Flowers aren't choosy
Which bee which bug
Come one come all.

Bees and bugs
Aren't choosy either
All entries sweetly natural.

Imagine a flower
Closing its throat
Against a bee it thought a bore.

Who said object
Should excite act
That that was moral?

If only the verb
The act acts,
Why call your sister a *****?

Sin and shame!
Abandon the word
Moral. You can see it's immoral.

that piece of music
reminds me of you
whenever i play it
i don't think
you'll ever
come back to me
so i'll never
be able
to listen to
that song with you
so i guess
i'll stop
listening to it

the color of
your eyes
bleed into the
color of raindrops

you're not here
to make me stop
all my friends
have gone away
leaving me alone
no one understands
the secret pain
that i feel
because it hide it
inside my heart

this is not a poem. this is a plea. this is me begging you to hear me when i tell you that i love you. my voice is weak and shaking like the branches of a willow in the wind. my hands are trembling like tremors under the surface of the earth. my vision is so blurred that i can barely focus my eyes as i type. i can feel the impending collapse of my lungs as they are further crushed by the weight of all my anxieties. my strength is fading, but i'm still screaming for you, only you don't seem to hear me. i'm reaching for you but you won't take hold of my hand. i swear to god i'm trying with everything i have to hold you together, but i'm terrified it's not enough. the very thought of your nonexistence consumes me in a fear i have never known. i have never been good at telling people i need them, but i can tell you how vacant this world would be if you left it. everything would change. you can't come in to my life like you did and then just leave it with no warning. you can't do that to me. you can't tell me that you want to marry me and then try to disappear without so much as a goodbye. you just can't. so i don't mean to make you feel guilty, i just need you to understand. don't you know what it would do to me if you left? how many times are you going to almost-die before you realize i will never be the same if you do?

tomorrow i'll wake
and the dawn will shine unhindered
on the empty white space
on the cold tear-spotted sheet
beside me

There is a girl in my class, who up until yesterday had never seen a stamp that wasn't peel-off with sticky backing.
I watched for 5 minutes as she tried to find the non-existent edge to pull before I told her to lick it.


There is another girl, stereotypical blonde, who thought Brazil was in Europe.

There is no hope for our future.

I'm just a young girl.
I don't know anything.