she was always
mediocre
from the minute she was born.
absolutely average in every way.
she was the middle child
always trying to mediate
big brother and little sister
stuck in the middle.
she loved the theatre
yet she was always a small role
always in the show, never a lead,
perfectly average.
smart, but not first in her class
just above
average.
average build, average athlete,
average personality,
average person.
and as she set expectations for herself,
her average-ness
crushed her
and she wanted to be
Perfect.

Whether you fall in love with a poem or not
greatly depends on how you read it.

I miss you Autumn,

your auburn leaves make death look

graceful on the path.

We'll always have Vegas, we'll always have that. The relationship is over, and we can't take it back. There is heartache, and sorrow, and a little more self-esteem.
I miss you everyday but now I can finally be me.
I can sleep at night now that the deprivation is over, no check ins every 5 minutes, no more looking over my shoulder.
There's always going to be doubt, my future's going to need to heal, but because of you I'll know when love is finally real.
Thank you for the heartache, and the pain you've caused this year, I'm glad we're finally over and I can start to
feel.
Now I get to figure out my dreams, my wants and my wishes, no more choosing for me, and controlling my
decisions.
I get to choose for myself now, you don't get to clout what I say or do,  my future's all mine now and it doesn't involve you.

You'll meet again
And he'll keep you at arms length
Making sure you're not too close to his heart
But not too far from his touch
Tell you words you've melted for before
But words that, for you, he'd never felt at all

''Twas her smile that let
My butterflies tickle my
Gut, to say "you fell"