All these poets
Putting out
Pieces of their minds
Or rather, their hearts
Pieces broken off of the whole
Out for others to see
And enjoy
Makes me think,
Even though many of us will
Think of ourselves as introverted,
We’re all just
Wearing our hearts
On our sleeves
On Hello Poetry
Odd, isn’t it?

Like a child, I am eagerly waiting.
My knee shakes frantically in anticipation.
I sit excitedly in the water,
A smile plastered on my face,
Mouth watering.
Am I scared?
Of course?
Would you not be?
But despite my fear,
I look joyously down and the hard metal
A salty droplet rolls down my cheek.
I am scared,
But I am ready.
I take a deep breath,
I let go,
And I...

It’s hard.
It’s hard to see these things as “fair” when they don’t go the way you like
Maybe, even if its something you want more than anything, it’s just not time, or it wasn’t meant to be at all
And although one outcome may tear you apart, it may tie others back together
Im trying my best to think about the others
It’s hard.
But I’m trying.

she paints herself with shades of red,
the colour she saw when they first met,
but also the colour when she was misled.

she paints her face with shades of blue,
the colour of the beautiful sky,
but also the colour she saw when he said goodbye.

she paints her mind with shades of white,
the colour she wore when he carried out a surprise,
but also the colour of all his lies.

she paints her surroundings with shades of purple,
the colour of flowers they saw next to a four-leaf clover,
but also the colour she felt when it was over.

she paints her soul with shades of black,
the colour she used to express herself for being insignificant,
and the colour she was familiar with when he started acting different.

she always insisted that she was fine,
but she had already drawn the line.
she paints her wrists with shades of red,
and that's the story of how she secretly bled.

Speak to me now, my friends,
I'm trading all of my companions for attention,
dwelling in an abandoned theater's spotlight and short lived rides home.

Laugh at me now, my dear,
I swear to God I wont lash back,
I've found immunity to the sadness that pairs itself with being alone.

Yell at me now, my mentor,
though we both know that I'm not the problem,
you've singed your hands in your fire and now you turn to me for answers.

Hate me, my conscience,
I wanted to be an artist or a saint,
I'm finally understanding that I don't have what it takes.

friend a,

          how are you.
          i am
          fine.
          today i made a new
          friend.
          he walks me home
          and he is in all
          my classes.
          his name is
          depression
          and for my birthday
          he said he’ll buy
          me
          pills.

                    love,
    ­                me

What will we do when we all fall in love with each other.

When the blind infatuation seeps into our delicate skin and poisons the blood coursing through our innocent veins.

When the "mild" jealousy hides the secret hatreds behind the masks of friendship that we all so desperately wear.

When we rip our sanctuary apart from the inside out because it seemed as though it didn't love us back.

When we lose it all for the possibility of a temporary romance.

What will we do when we all fall in love with each other?