It's a crazy concept.
That the feeling is mutual.
Constantly saying "no",
So hearing "yes" is unusual.
All that time,
Ive been denying,
All that time,
I could of stopped crying.
But it was tough,
Being the one unwanted,
For so long being put down,
And today im still haunted.
All those years,
Feeling useless,
No one looking at me,
A continuous mess.
I have to understand,
That i have changed.
Your not that girl anymore,
So dont feel ashamed.
I am here now,
And so is he.
Now help the sad little girl,
Because that girl was me.

It's only a dream
I'm no foolish girl
I will have to wake up
Eventually

The problem with dreams
As soon as you wake up
It's over

You can dream again
But it won't be me

Maybe I'm wishing
Just this once
Dreams could come true
But if I did
I would never tell you

The cold bites
And the wind hisses
The rain spits
And the sun dies
The kids mock
And the teachers gossip
The depression hits
And the anxiety twitches
But nothing
Is as cruel
As you

I have to die.
This is of no concern to the neighbors.

They will continue to drink their coffee and
read their papers in the art of not giving a ****.

If she was still here,
she might
reach
a long hand over
and
touch

me down to my grave—

cradle me and set me in the
crib of centuries &

years of us.

If I were a glass jar
I would overflow with a shyness
Such a shyness that stunts my growth
Blocking the sun never letting me blossom
From the tiny seed I am,
Into a large oak tree that towers over the shyness
Like a cockroach never dying always dismaying
I will always remain the tiny seed inside that glass jar
Until the seed dehydrates into death
And the jar shatters