So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough

People say to live every day like it was your last,
but they call you impulsive when you do.
I used to wish id die of cancer,
so I could call you,
see you again,
Cause who would say no to a dying 17-year-old in love?
And I'd still rather have 2 weeks to live spent with you,
than a whole life without you.

Anger is my friend,
but she is just a mask,
A storm erupting to save face,
and hide the heartbreak,
the grief.
Why couldn't you love me?
I'm your daughter
How have you failed something so essential?

I don't have pictures of you on my phone

I wonder why we don't talk anymore

it doesn't make sense

you're like a shooting star
so fast you disappear from my sight

I had you inside my hands

a year meant nothing

all the days and nights

burn to ashes I'll never see again

so easily we give up

I'll won't see you again

it's just all so sad to me

I can't forgive myself

but I will miss you every afternoon

when time stops and I think of you

you want to be someone else
anyone but yourself

but
everyone is fake

don't go looking for love
in red roses

beauty is ugly
you don't want to understand
what it all means

I'm so afraid
of what your mind is thinking