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Juno May 2019
It’s not your fault.
It’s mine.
It’s sad that until today
Everything was fine.
Juno May 2019
Was it worth it?
Are you glad that you went through all that,
Just to prove that you can?
Juno May 2019
Monday’s are pink
Tuesday’s are red
Wednesday’s are blue
Thursday’s are orange.

Friday’s are green
Saturday’s white
Sunday’s are blue
It’s strange, right?
I have many types of synesthesia, and this is just a poem about one type.
Juno May 2019
When you look into my eyes
What do you see?
A broken girl with nothing left,
Or perhaps even something happy?

When I look at other people,
I see broken dreams and ripped up hopes,
Trapped minds
Bound by ropes.

I want to see
Dreams made and hopes fixed
Free minds
And endless bliss.

But only you can help me.
Will you help me reach my goal?
Juno May 2019
You said I’d see you soon
But that wasn’t true.
But I believed it
Before I lost you.

Now that we’ve won
I think I know
We would have lost
If you hadn’t let go.

And that’s okay,
Because now I’ve grown.
It was for the best.
I miss you, though.

We will remember you
But we won’t cry.
You wouldn’t want that
So we hold our heads high.
ENDGAME SPOILERS: so this poem is for Nat, because her death doesn’t get enough attention.
Juno May 2019
I’ve never been the type
To hang my personal life on a kite
For everyone to see
It’s just not like me.

But if you were to ask
I’d answer you fast
Because though no one knows it
I am a poet.
Juno May 2019
You can rest now,
don’t worry.
We’ll be okay.

Because of you
we survived;
we get to see another day.

You did so well,
there’s no doubt,
but I wish you were still here.

A hero’s death
is always sad,
but yours brought a million tears.
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