there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.

If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.

i would cry myself to sleep
every night
and let you know
you are free to go
if it meant
you could finally
be happy

s.s

I let him
lie
on top of
me,
because I like
the
way his heart
beats
when it's over
mine.

I hate how my eyes gravitate towards you
Like you are some sort of magnet
I hate that I get butterflies at the thought of you
Like you are some kind of sickness
I hate that I always think about you
Like you have infected my brain cells
I hate how you can make me smile
When it’s the last thing I want to do

my first love, as i want to say
but then i wasn't old enough
to even know what love is
so my first crush
wasn't something special nor romanic
it was a boy to whom every girl was crushing
it's what i told everybody
but in reality
from time being i have always
liked boys who were not like the others
to whom none were crushing on
'cause it made me feel special
i've always been selfish
...
/M.A./