I like to write in free verse,
And my poems don't have much rhythm
I don't know iambic pentameter
And I don't really think about structure

I change my metre rapidly
Because I like to throw people off in
Hopes that
It'll make them think about
What the words mean
Instead of about the restrictions

I often decide not to rhyme my words
Because "love, my pure dove" is less genuine
Than "love is my poison"
Or "love is my jailer".

I know I won't get high grades for my art,
And I know I won't be very famous
But I don't care about likes or biographies
I care about writing my truth.

Dearest Skye,

Hello.

We haven't spoken in a long time.

Forgive me. I isolate too much.

I've been sick. I'm still sick. I'm going to be sick for a while.

But that's okay. I have hope that it won't last forever. Eventually I'll find something that works. One day I'll leave this self-imposed quarantine.

I apologise. I'm oversharing again. You always told me I did that too much.

How have you been? Did you get that degree? Have you travelled to Japan like you said you would? Did you learn to play the drums?

Have you fixed your relationship with your parents? Did you finally forgive them? Have you kept in contact with your sisters? Your school friends?

And have you solidified your identity? It's hard. The hardest challenge I've ever faced. If I can't do it, you must. Or else you will be miserable for the rest of your life.

But you must not close yourself off like before. You don't have to hide your emotions. To master them, you have to let them consume you and then climb out of the abyss.

You're strong. You can do it. I believe in you.

Write back to me. Let me know if you're happy. I hope, for both of our sakes, that you are.

Sincerely,
Skye.

Lunar lady,
You pull at my soul
Like the moon
Pulls at the ocean.

Lunar lady,
Your gravity whips
My calm seas
Into furious tides.

Lunar lady,
Your glowing form
Guides me towards
My home.

Lunar lady,
I need you.
Stay with me forever.
I hope the sun never rises.

1:29 PM WAKING UP

1:35 PM INSPIRED

1:36 PM EXHAUSTED

1:39 PM EXCITED

1:45 PM EMPTY

1:47 PM ANXIOUS

1:52 PM NERVOUS

1:59 PM NOTHING

2:03 PM ASHAMED

2:04 PM TIRED

3:27 PM NOTHING

4:05 PM DISAPPOINTED

4:28 PM IRRITATED

6:08 PM SAD ???

6:33 PM BORED

8:16 PM AMUSED

9:48 PM NOTHING

1:45 AM TIRED

3:19 AM GOING TO SLEEP

everywhere I go I see broken things.
broken families.
broken relationships.
broken people.
i can't bear it.
god, i can't bear it.

i feel it burning in my blood.
i hear it screaming in my head.
i see it scribbled in my notebooks.
i exist to help others.
i need to.

they say everyone has a purpose.
i know mine.
i'm already broken beyond repair.
but that doesn't mean i can't fix anyone else.