what’s meant to be will be,
and if that is we,
then i know it,
i swear,
then he will come back to me.

you were never mine,
but i was always yours.
i’ll always be yours,
if you want me.

i miss you,
but things have changed.
you are not the same.
i’m looking at this picture,
but there’s nothing left
of the way it used to be.

society thrives on our self-hatred.
so then to love ourselves,
not despite our flaws but because of them,
is our greatest weapon.

i’m always a little too late.
to school.
to dinner.
to life.
to love.
to moving on.

i never liked mushrooms.
too slimy,
too gross.
i woke up last week,
craving mushrooms.
it’s funny,
the way we change.

this white and yellow flower,
a wonder of spring,
given the name of a man,
who was no such thing.
a handsome young man,
a gladiator of greece,
who thought he was the best,
a person could be.
though they both are beautiful,
they share a name to remind,
that beauty is nothing,
if it’s not inside.