You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you

So, without knowing me

If I ask you

"Can you be my friend?"

What would you say?

Will you weigh me in the lens
of an adult

Or

Like kids, extend your hand
towards me
And say

"Friends Forever!"

You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
Waiting,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

I’m afraid of heights
not because I fear falling
but because I fear jumping.

I hate you.
Not because of what you did to me,
But because of what it turned me into.

Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.