Insert appropriate metaphor here
some flourishing
elegant
representation of
whatever the **** is going on
inside me
because
god knows
if there is one
that I don’t even know
how to talk about
this
whatever
“this” is
maybe if I just put
another brilliant
and articulate
simile here
or maybe an allusion or quote
that perfectly captures
and labels this pain
and fear
yes
that’s it
I feel
better already
isn’t poetry great?

i like you
i think
i like you enough to lie to myself
i like you enough not to leave you
but you love me
you loved me before you knew me
i don't know how but you did
i am not in love with you
but i'm willing to wait and see if i can love you

i like you**
but not enough to risk getting hurt
i like you enough to realize that i still like myself alone
than with you together
but i hate myself for not liking you how i should
because you love me
and i am crumbling

A chain of men
******* my heart

But I'm okay
Just torn apart

I'm not dead
Just need air

Can't breathe
This chain I wear

Hopeless girl
Used for lust

Now you know
Why I can't trust

A minute happy
The next alone

Everyone I love
Turns to stone

He said forever
And he swore

They come back saying
"I don't love you anymore"

Maybe one day
I'll break free

From all the lies
Suffocating me

Isn’t physically quick or agile.

Disappears in libraries.

Has been known to dissolve into the physical pages of books.

Is good at tucking herself into the stacks and retreating to reading nooks.

Blends in at coffee shops where her voice can be drowned out by the grinding and the steaming.

Can become indistinguishable in the dark of theatres, in the quiet shuffle of art galleries, the finger-snapping of poetry readings, the hum and jostle of the Tube.

Is indistinct. Adept at hiding in plain sight.

There have been too many nights
Where I lie beneath my sheets
Hoping you still care

Sitting here with my anxiety around my neck, I play my favorite song again again until I start to question the pronunciation of the.
I don't cry, no the tears are stopped short by my unwillingness to accept reality, yet reality is stopped short by me willingly living in a fantasy world.
The adults think I am overreacting, but they don't understand how crippling everything is when even waking up is struggle.
I need more time.. Time to stop the shaking. Time to find my fake smile.. Time to remember my four lettered lie..

Oh yeah, here it is, yes. I am fine.