The way you touch HER
As you once touched me
Makes me miss
10/18/18

The day your sweet voice
Asked me
To be yours

"Forever" you whispered
"And always" I replied
Seems to me
It was a disguise

For now you love her
as you once loved me
how tragic

1/22/19

Dyslexic...Me…
No...It cant be…
Even though I mix up B and D
Dyslexic...Me
Maybe so,
I love to read, and write, but oh
It makes me go insane,
Reading the same sentence
Over and over again
And math just makes me dizzy
Numbers swirl around
In my head
I can’t take it
My brain shuts down
I can read backwards
And upside down…
But it makes no sense
It never does
Because i might be Dyslexic
But nobody knows
I guess that's how life goes
And I’m ashamed to say
But I’ll have to accept it
One day
That I could be dyslexic
Can't someone tell
That it is so hard for me to spell
I want to know
If its true
If there is someone who
Could tell me the truth
“You just need to try”
“Pay attention more”
But it doesn't make sense
Whats if for
How's it spelled
What's the answers to 4x12
Dyslexic...me probably
But I'm just glad that I am me

3 o'clock in the morning
My body yearns for an explanation
-Why can't you go to sleep-
Just go to sleep.

See its not that simple...My brain wanders at night, to the places it shouldn't.

At school
My brain yearns for an explanation
-Why can't you pay attention-
Just pay attention.

I wish I could. No matter how hard I try, my mind rejects the ideas.

Sitting with friends
They ask for an explanation
-Why are you so sad-
Why am I so sad?

Oh how i wish i knew. Better yet, i wish i knew just how to fix it.

On a date
My boyfriend asks for an explanation
-Why are you so quiet-
Why cant I find the words to explain.

How do you find the words to explain and unexplainable question.

Why do I love you,
And your manipulative ways?

I wish I knew.

Maybe it’s the way you smile,
Or the way you hold my hand.
Maybe it’s the way you kiss,
The way you understand.

Why do I love you,
Even though you lie?

I wish I knew.

Maybe it’s the way you laugh,
Or how you make me laugh too.
Maybe it’s your personality,
Or the little things you do.

Why do I love you,
When you love her?

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew what to do...

Cheeks pressed against each other
Fingers locked on yours
Love is what we show each other
But not behind locked doors

As I sat on the Lone Bench in the middle of the woods, I thought. I thought about all the decisions that I have ever made, and all the decisions soon to come.

As I sat on the Lone Bench in the middle of the woods, I looked. I looked at the birds that flew over head. I looked at the fish swimming in the rushing river.

As I sat on the Lone Bench in the middle of the woods, I realized that life was special and that I can't waste it away. I realized that I sat here, thinking, looking, and realizing, but what should be doing is creating.

As I sat on the Lone Bench in the middle of the woods, I created. I created this poem. I created something to Cherish forever