They never tell you about this in books
Or television shows
It's never talked about because
It happens so often
It has just become part of our lives
Getting fired from a job

But what if

The job was that of being a teacher
An English teacher
In a small school
Where every grade had only one class
And
Every one knows
Everyone

What if

You went to that school
And were in that English class
And it was your mom
Your mom was the English teacher

What if

She was great at her job
And she was committed
She was smart
And had amazing lesson plans
And had respect from her students
And actually knew what she was talking about and teaching

What if

One day she comes home crying
Saying she had been fired
And was not given a reason
And it was the middle of the school year
And our class was in the middle of the semester
In the middle of learning about
Her favorite topic
Poetry

What if

This was a true story

What if

I said this was me
Me narrating
Me crying while typing
Salty tears slipping down my face
Me telling myself that

I will not go back to school
I will not go back to school
I will not go back to school
I will not go back to school

And if I have too

I will not speak to anyone

Not my "friends"
Not the teachers
Especially not the principal

What if this was a true story

What if...

ψ ψ̸̖̊͗̉͘̚͘͘ ̴̡̝̥̲͉̫̀̒́̒͐̚ψ̶̘̐͆ ̷̡̡̩͓̣͂̓ψ̶̣̺̲̓̎ ̶̜̱̪̮͓͆͐̔͒̋̚ͅͅ⛥̷̧̨̣͙̮̿̀̽͂͛͒͛̚ͅ ̸̢̢̝̦̠́̒̊̀̅̓̉ψ̵͕̹͇͖͚̹͂̌͆̿́̀͘͝ͅ ̵͇͖̌͛̚͝⛧̸̹̣͑͂͂͆̌̕̕ ̸̧̢̨͉̝̗͉̾̀͐̔̉͊̇͠ͅ⛥̷̧͖͈̹͙̄͋̅͊̏͜͠͠ ̷̯̬͉̪̲̀̽͒̿͘͜⛧̷̡̠̉̑̄͝ ̴̹͎̻͖̌̏̄̅̄͗͝⛧̸̯͈̃̽ͅͅ ̷̢̤̗͊̑̀̏͠⛥̸̘̑̑͋̋͠ ̷̛̛̫̬͇̣̆̄͑́͠☠̶̧̢̨̨͉̩͓͚̀̕̕ ̶̰͈̫͑ͅ⛧̴̯͚͍̜͇̳̫̃̕ ̵̢̛̹̝͕͇̥̽̋̿̀̈́͜⛧̸͚̺̲̀̈́͌ ̴͚̽̓⛧̸͓͚̉̔̆̓̿̕ ̵͉̣̖̞͂͗̂̓͌͘͠I̶̻̦̻̬͈̲͈͋̃́̃
̷̧̛͙͇̲̯͙̮̬̀̌̂͂c̵̘̥̼͓͖͖̲͒̅̽a̴̫̹̝̞͈͈̺͘͠n̶­̧̪̘̮͚̝͍̿̚ͅ'̸̨̮̺͇͚͑͒̔̑͗t̵͙͕̭̹͎̝̜̍͑
̸̞̇̍͂̃s̸̢̪̼̟͖͆̆́̇̊̔̃͝t̸̢̧̃̈̊̓́̕­̞͈̠̜̠̹ǒ̸̡͖͈̣͐́̀͋̃p̴̡̖͉̣̞͍̀̌͠
̴̹͛̂̽g̷̡̮̥̺̺̈́͆́̒̆͘͝l̴̨̯̟̬͗̃͌͆̔̐̔̋͜i­̴̱̬͕̤̩͆̎ţ̸̘͍̬̳͖̭̯̈́͐̀̀̎ċ̸̛̣̑̈́͑͊̀̚ḧ̵̨̢̙͖͚̤͖́͐̈́͝ǐ̴̢̞̱̤̜̣͓͖͑̈́͂n̷̆͗­̡̬̳̬̼͇̪͊g̶̺̗̳̺̫̈́̓̕ ̵͖̀͆͠͠☠̵̤̬̥̐ ̵̣̟̬̀⛥̷̨̣̠̜̿͛̋ ̶̢͇͉͉̭̠͕̉̿̈̌̂͌̍⛧̷͙̦͔̈́̀̄̚̕ ̸͔̖̤̕⛥̸̡͎̣̗̞̊̏̑͜͝͠ ̵͍̩̙̮̱̥͚̈́̈́̌̑̍͋͐̅⛥̷͕̣̬̱̫̃̓͆̽ ̷̹͍͕̙͖̌̃͌̊͜ψ̴̡̹̦̖͕͓̄̕ ̷̬͉͖̻͔̃̈́́͜⛥̴̘̑͒ ̵̮̣̄̈́̈͝⛧̵̪͕̳̞͑͆̀̍̒̀͝ ̸̲̟͎̥͙́̂͑̀͆⛥̴̦͕̤͐̆̒͑ ̷̛̩͗̑͛̇̔́͂☠̴͎͉̩̰̽̇̈́ ̴̮͑͗͌̒͘⛥̵̢͚̺̩̱̥͎̈͒͆͐̒̚͝ ̷̥͕̖̰͇͗͜ψ̷̨̧̣̫̩̙̲̯̄́̔ ̸̡̦̞̤̹́͑̂̌̄͆͝͝☠̷̜̽̅͠ ̷̦̜̽̅͆̍̈͛☠̸̘̞̝͌̄͆̍̉̑ ̶̧̗̩̗͓̠̂̄͛̍ͅ⛥̷̧͚̦̄͊ ̸̳͚̣̓̅́͂̉̉̑̚☠̶̨̛̤̝̞̦̤̤͌͗͊̑̿ ̶̢̝̇̀̓ψ̸̹̜͙̾̒͋ ̸̡̮̮̺̻̜͖̯͐͝⛥̵͕̺͚̊ ̴̢̟̖͎̓̽͊̄⛧̵͇͖͖̗̦̼͎̺̿͗̀͘͠ ̶̮͋͒̇̀̍⛥̸̡̠̯̈́̌̑̈́̊̾͑͝ ̷̡̾͊̑̅̓̌́̐☠̶̧̤̰̙͍̙͕̣͋͂͝͝ ̴̮̰̼͔̬͕͖̰̅̈̈́̏͗ψ̴̥͉̺̲̘͇̳̮̂͆̊͂̾͠ ☠

Our house was
Not really a house
Not to you at least
To you each room was
A whole world
A world that you saved
Or explored
Or destroyed


You created it with
Your mind
And then
Lived
In it

A unique experience
To be a different person
To escape this reality
If only for a few hours


And you never cared
What we thought of you
You never cared about our
Small smiles
And our stares
And our disapproving looks


You were set in that
Time and place
Nothing
Could tear you out
We faded away
Everything faded away
And was replaced with
Anything else
You could dream up

Blues and grays
Greens and pinks
They swirl around them
Shifting and
Spinning
Almost flying as
The two dance

Light touches
Light steps

One
Two
Three

One
Two
Three

A small smile on her lips
It's soft and pink
A flower petal that has fallen
With cloudy sky blues
Upon her body
Placed delicately on her
The sky shifts as she spins
Light gray clouds
Running away

A small smile on her lips
Light pink
A soft cloud at sunset
And sharp greens
Like grass blades
Swaying in the wind
And growing closer
So beautiful

The two flow
Like water in a stream
Smiles coming closer
Mouths moving closer
Sky filled lips
With stars and wind
With rain and storms
And an earth filled gaze
With seeds and flowers
With life and death
And two girls
Dancing
And
Kissing
Twirling calmly
In love

It is not the fear of heights

It is the fear that from them we will

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You're so smiley
I love it


The way your melted brown eyes
Scrunch up and harden into
The missing parts of crescent moons
That glow and sparkle
With a hidden
Magic

The way your round cheeks
Squishy and soft
Grow larger when you
Smile
They seem to fill up with joy

The way your deep red lips
Spread wide
The shade of ripe cherries
And turn slightly upwards to
Show your white teeth
A grin that turns
Icy hearts into
Rivers of fire

That's when it happens
Your whole face radiates
delight
It simply shines with
Your warmth
But

It's gone now

Your beautiful crescent eyes
Drip ocean waves
You can no longer control the tides
And they spill free

Your squishy cheeks are still
Soft but
They seem hollow
Scrubbed clean of any laughter

Your lips are still
The shade of cherries
Nothing can change that
But they are the orange, green shade of
Unripe ones

Where did you go
The one who inspired me
The one who infected me with
Your addicting smile
You left your family

But we have not disowned you
You will forever own a place,
Big or small,
In ours fiery hearts