I hate the way I look,
can't stand the people I see,
sitting alone is a new pastime,
my parents think I'm lonely,
always say they care,
but talking isn't my thing,
and speaking with you hurts,
yet I subject myself to pain,
when the dancing brings back memories,
hide inside a hole,
and hope that no one notices,
the fact that I have broken.

Three years I waited,
I watched you become more and more awkward.
Three years we were partners,
asking for your ****** preference and receiving nothing.
Three years and then you up and left,
and when you returned I showed my feelings.
Three years you said, these emotions last,
and yet you never had the courage to do what I did.
Three years and I finally felt,
the soft touch of your lips on mine,
sinfully delicious.
Three years, I had never imagined, perfection,
yet you leave as soon as they call you again.
Three years and I am leaving,
for the same reasons you yourself cherish.
Three words I will never hear you say,
I love you, but what does that seem to matter?

And that polar bear was my friend

Never understanding the migration patterns,

Of which there are none; stand still and live.

Polar bears are meant to adapt to the cold,

The biting air and piercing words of others.

When life pukes on your ice, eat it,

That is what polar bears do... right?

I can be that warm coat to protect you, day,

And night, claws that rip and tear.

I would love to be there for you,

And that polar bear was my friend.

Goodbye bumble bee
You shall no longer bumble,
Or sweep down to taste the sweet nectar.
A hive mind; did they feel it when you were crushed?

Bobby-pin, the anchor to the thin cloth of a once bleak school career
Pulled out like the pin of a grenade
Suddenly gone, where do I go? Do I run?
Take cover? to whom do I turn?
These constant goodbyes are the never ending logarithm, unsolvable without my bobby-pin.

How could the color red be so welcoming?
Never before had I realized how stunning orange could be.
The sun hides behind the clouds out of sheer shame.

He stood there, for the first time in God knows how long.
I couldn't breathe, he was chatting with some friends and didn't notice me.
Realizing I had stopped walking, Calmly I got my barings back.
He saw me,
Sheer panic
Do I have that look of longing on my face still?
No.
The next few minutes are a blur, all I know is we talked like normal people.
Not two people in movies who suddenly realized they were in love.
Nope.
The normal friendly kind of people, I wish it were otherwise.
I hope no one can hear my heart beating as fast as it is.
Or see that first secret halt in movement before a sane mind was found.
Conflicted feelings wish he would have never come back.
No one wants to say goodbye.
Those firm arms and whispered words are never enough.
But we pretend, we pretend everything will be fine.
Silently,
We fall.
Alone again.