loneliness has defined
this old soul.
Bittersweet melody
has tuned my way of
living.

I don't know how much
my heart could stand
the weight and wait
for that simple moment,
that single spark
to feel alive
and stop breathing
the ashen smog of reality.

One day
You will burn
Be all you can be
But it will only last
For a short time
then You will be gone
And we
Will just have to
Move on
As we have done before.

I threw a quarter
into the wishing well
and the well
granted my request
of course all I asked for
was a gumball
still pretty cool.

I doubt
material wealth
means anything
in the afterlife
on the off chance
that I'm wrong
bury me
with my books
and my plastic owl.

worth so much
and still worthless
since it won't pump
an ounce of blood.

disgusting
and
delicious
flinch at the carnival food
I can't really recommend it
maybe if you have
some broccoli with it.

What I am trying to say is,
I am well aware that it matters not whether I am with or without you;
I will keep moving,
but I much prefer your limbs with my limbs,
and I enjoy the tragedy you think makes you unable to be loved,
and I'm sorry I didn't touch you a little bit longer,
and when you're here I feel it,
and when you're not I feel it too.

by : Alexandra Crawford