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 Jan 2020 love
will
self-identity
 Jan 2020 love
will
whether I try to identify as
a girl or a boy in any way
the only thing consistent
for me to identify with
seems to be lonely
I cut my hair all off it was really fun! Also though people be thinking I'm trans, not a bad thing, but I'm not. Gender is wack and I don't care about it really.
 Jan 2020 love
nevaeh
what ifs
 Jan 2020 love
nevaeh
what if the sky went pink
and the birds stopped their chirping
if the world stopped its turning
what if i took your hand
and pulled you closer
if i held you forever
what if i kissed you then?
just before the sun slept
before the crickets sang
and important things
began to happen?
what if
what if we had that moment
that one second
of just
us?
 Jan 2020 love
Blurry Vision
Rules
 Jan 2020 love
Blurry Vision
I thought everything had an outline,
Everyone had an outline,
Poetry even had an outline.

There are no rules here,
Wake up,
Step outside of the box,
Color outside of the lines,
Break the rules.

Nothing matters.
 Jan 2020 love
c
Accounting
 Jan 2020 love
c
I spent last night
Crunching numbers

10
Times you led me on

9
Nights we stayed up talking

8
Weeks since you decided I wasn’t worth it

7
Crushed up poems on the floor of my room

6
Outfits thrown aside to make sure I look my best

5
Days I spent trying to get over you

4
Friends that know what we did

3
3 a.m FaceTime calls

2
Coats of mascara

1
Big regret
 Jan 2020 love
Klaus
Raspberries
 Jan 2020 love
Klaus
Like the juice of June’s strawberries,

Your words gush through my soul
Breaking down all cells of rationale

but there is no sweet syrup
That can diminish the bitter taste
     of humility
& embarrassment
from these shaking lips

You make an old soul
  feel like a silly young boy
picking raspberries alone....
 Jan 2020 love
Robby
If love is for fools
And hate is for monsters
Where does that leave me?

Somewhere in between
Lost in this shuffle
Wandering between forest and sea

Not quite belonging to either
But needing to be with the trees
Someday I’ll grow my roots

— The End —