Thick as thieves.
Two peas in a pod.
You couldn’t catch me without her.
Isn’t it funny how much people can change?
I used to know you a year ago, but now I don’t know you at all.
A room that was filled with friendship is now stagnant. The stench of anxiety perspirates through our pores and the strangers gaze plants seeds of anxiety into my chest. The tightening of the roots around my lungs makes the room seem heavy
I haven’t seen you in so long!
We embrace a touch we used to know. Two old bodies that we’ve shed long ago that We’ve sewn back together to facade this idea we are still the same. That we are still friends, thick as thieves.

Memories that don’t feel real
You’re not here for me to confirm them
It’s all a distant feeling
Bubbly feelings in the past now they’re just a pang of reminiscing
simpler times.
I do not miss you, but I do miss feeling with you.

I am growing
I am a flower
I live in a concrete jungle
I’ve been to alleyways and sidewalk cracks
Just to soak in a little bit of sunshine
I am a concrete jungle flower
I’ve been stepped on and I’ve been shoved to the side
I’ve been packaged up saying “ I’ve had enough!” And thrown into a box on the road to faux growth only to be put indoors to wilt and be tossed aside
thrown into the concrete jungle again
I am a concrete flower  
And I will survive

Where has my self respect gone? I had it mere moments ago and in the presence of a boy it melted
through the cracks of desperation. Silly girl, he doesn’t care about your feelings.
Arches upon arches I seem to make leaning this way and that to make one **** date
But I ask myself
is it worth it?
Is it worth the self hate?
Is it worth the self loathing
And the eyes that bear no mercy
The unforgiving judgement I feel when I look into the mirror where I see myself looking back with disgust and a far off distant look in her eyes
a different body maybe and he’d pay more attention?
Is it worth tossing in my sleep unable to stop the train of thought racing through my mind, filling my head with thick black smoke of self pity?
Is it worth not being able to love myself in order to love him?