A star is dying
Somewhere in the space
Of out vast universe
It is creating iron
The second it makes
That small atom of
Metal
It is doomed to
Death
An imploding of
Gas and bits of
Stardust
Overtake planets
And other sister
Stars
And a nebula
Forms
New life and new
Beings
They create us
And every molecule
Of atom
We are ultimately made
From different stars
Parts of one
Half of another
We are
Star Children

The summer of my eighth grade year
I was terrified of high school
My mind raced with
Unthinkable thoughts
The what if's and the ands
A panic attack on the horizon
First day drawing ever closer
Even though
It was an hour after the
Last day of eighth
Cry myself to sleep for
The first time
And suddenly it is
Time for the first day of
Being a freshman
Wake up and wipe away
The falling mascara
Already, falling apart at the seams
Feign excitement and smile
Nobody notices the difference
And then it is over
And you are not a better person from it
In fact
Things are worse
And only progressing in that direction
Of backwards
Food is fat
Weight is sin
Gaining it is worse than death
Or is it?
And I am smack in
The middle of it all
Just where I wanted to be
When I thought about the end
Of this year
At the beginning of the summer
Of eighth grade

A field of daisies
A field of roses
It makes no difference to me if they
Are red or if they are
White
I mean really
A flower is a flower
Beauty of different kinds
And they hardly mean anything anyway
Flowers wilt in a few days
And you symbolize our love in a measly
Plant?

"It is just a stupid and suicidal world, Tumblr is."
No
     It
        Isn't
"All it does is provoke those negative feelings."
No
     It
        Doesn't
"What does it do for you? Obviously nothing good."*
Oh
    *But
         It
            Does
                  And
                 ­        You
                       Have
                    No
               *Idea
         How
   Much
It
     Has
          Saved
                *Me

Craving something so impossible yet so
Wanted
Wishing for that small wish which is too far
Away
Hoping for that first time, that first, meaningful
Time
In which your lips meet
Mine
And we close our eyes and breathe in the
Other
But alas, I am a hopeless and romantic
Mess
A fantasy girl that nobody
Wants
So I shall wait for the absolute perfect
One
Wish upon the dead and falling stars that claim to have
Luck
And on every 11:11 clasp my hands and
Pray
Because I have figured out, I can't wait
*Forever