I wish I could have run away a little different.
My lego and the birds in the skies have shuffled themselves into arrows pointing towards a disaster, and I wanted mom to clean up my toys and the mistakes I had made on the way.

When I read about Natural disasters, they never spoke about you.

Or what I could lead myself to believe.


Will writing postcards solve my problems or prevent the world from breaking apart into races and shallow pretence where we don't run after dead birds falling from the sky or mirrors that speak about why you drank yourself to death at four in the morning when your mom killed herself.

Do they talk about you?

I wonder why they never teach us in our eight grade to never fall in love or that your dog might die someday and you'd be too young to understand why everybody leaves.

I hope by the time I am 35, I'd have someone to interrupt my black and white movies and say silly things that would make me so annoyed that I'd kiss him and never let go.

My mother told me that Gold fishes were priceless
I doubted her like her previous lovers,
I wondered why she never replied to my letters
Was she a fraud under-cover?

I wondered what happened to my childhood friend
She had killed herself, I never could see the end

I wondered why she hadn't written back?
Was it because of the love she never had?

I wondered why gold fishes were necessary,
She is prettier, they aren't extraordinary
They swim and they ease into the background
They aren't relevant,
They don't make a sound
They die when their owners don't take care of them
They float they don't feel pain

I think I am a gold fish, I swim to the brim
I get hurt and suffer and yet,
nobody notices a thing.

I was in love with the wind;

He fled away with my heart,
And I could never catch him.