Heavy Footsteps
There was no greeting;
just strangers in running shoes,
except for Kaitie.
Summer Love
A choice of a boy
or a high I can't resist.
The decision is..
Hills Beyond Hills
Miles upon miles was
a calling to a smile that
he couldn't offer.
I Have To Leave
It was just a week,
a meek test to see your love.
You chose not to pass.
Holding Hands From A Distance
You chose to hold hands.
Close, firm, and knowingly that
it wasn't with me.
Trust Is Trouble
I am a rebel,
trouble could be my calling.
That's why I went back.
School Is Calling
Back with the same friends,
same boyfriend, but now I have
a love for xc.
A Change Of Course
Leaving behind the
“friends”, and joining to run to
friends, races, and YOU.
Fate Delivers Omelets
YOU, but I have him.
Me, “I can ask my parents”.
Now I have a Max.
The Decision Is
Shin splints and you
are both problem and painful;
I can't handle both.
Goodbye For The Greater Good
Trust has to be earned.
There is none for you or my
attempts at running.
Down In A Canyon
Low point: self esteem.
I couldn't compete with her,
You won my best friend.
A Break
There will be no runs,
but I have YOU and your time.
Brothers are great friends.
Love? It Doesn't Exist.
Trial and error dates.
My zipper will stay up and
I will take you home.
Staying Home, Listening to Mom
Time will bring hassle.
There is no need for stress or
crying from your voice.
Eventually.
I can hear “maybe”.
That doesn't assure grief will
pack its bags and leave.
Sun Does Shine
Positives are here,
but they don't plan to stay long.
YOU leave in four weeks.
Appreciation To:
YOU, for many smiles.
Writing, new friends, and fresh hope.
Mix Cd’s and love.
Falling Into A:
New year, new me, only,
my heart can't take heights or cracks.
But it takes the fall.
Love
For Max, parents, and
best friends that keep me going.
I am so grateful.
Toxic:
My thoughts of myself.
My compassion towards others.
The fact that YOU leave.
Realization
I am sixteen now.
I am wild, naive, and happy.
Change is très très sweet.
When It Comes Down To It
I don't ask for much, but can I for once
get something I want?
The fact that YOU will leave
and fall drunk upon cobblestone roads
infuriates me.
I don't want YOU to forget.
Little old me has a name,
it's Mariah, your only little sister,
the one only one that cries while writing this.
The Atlantic Ocean is our barrier,
along with our other hundreds of miles.
I don't want to wake up to
omelets from anyone else.
Trusting that you will remember is the trouble.
Fate is:**
Fun, it's what brought YOU and I together.
Hopeful, my dad didn't lie about the maybes.
Moving on, I hope I can too.