Buzzing bees, crawling ants, lady bugs on your knuckles.
Does the sun wave and wear sunglasses?
Or do the trees never have enough leaves?

Don't act so sweet I don't feel the cavity until it's too late.
But you're not candy.

Grow and nurture, talking care to clean up your wake.
Would you come back for a plant that no one watered?

Will I be thinking back to you this time next year?
When the snow becomes water on the cement terrain outside...
Water weighs a lot.
And for how much I cry about things I have a lot on my mind...
Just like we were told the clouds felt like when it rained.
The point of this was you are on my mind and I don't think I'm straight, I just don't want a relationship.

I have yet to solace anywhere apart from the library.
Large spaces for large ideas...
Did you notice how tall the ceiling are?
Or did you just notice the person standing on the second floor?
The silence hides and protects, but also gives away anything. But I keep my mouth shut so that way the world no longer has to hear me speak, filling it with something that doesn't want to be heard.
I learned that if a tree falls in a forest, it makes a sound if the sound waves hit the ear drum of a living thing.
I've made waves and instead of Art, it was a screechy animal trying too hard to walk and talk like everyone else.
Sounds like a duck, must be a duck, right?
Flesh and bone, yes, but maybe that was on the only meaningful similarity. Humanity for the sake of being human, is not enough to keep people together.

I used to write poetry.
About brown eyes symbolizing home. Sporting events didn't make sense until it got cold out and you were still my warm sun.
Did we dim each other?
The sun and moon dance around each other, reflecting and blinding. The sky as a side effect - a byproduct.
Don't be a byproduct of me trying too hard.
But we're not day and night. Metaphors of space fall like we do, caught in the gravity.
You feel like my dreams.
Free. Alive.
Belonging.
I belong in a school hallway.
People moving back and forth. Back and forth. Away and back. Away and back. I always come back.
But I won't come back here.

I am...no, we are more than just shapes and colors.
We are flows of energy and ideas and concepts.
But I'm not special for this. Thinking this.
Joke and name to laugh at the stereotype referenced, but at the end of the day a label won't matter.
We tag and name every being like it's a logo in a shopping aisle.
But all it does is leave us isolated on a cultural isle of ignorance and arrogance.
We are not products to be advertised and consume in one bite. We have depth, but how can we find that when there's too many people around to be able to expand my chest cavity enough to really feel oxygen getting to my brain.
Only to choke on the by products of over-production and over-population.

Get away from me
Take your convenient gifts and your annoying habits.
No means no and stop means STOP.
There's a word called respect and it means just because you have a ***** doesn't mean you're at the top.
Equals don't track each other, equals get paid the same.
Equals aren't expected to have one rely completely on the other.
To not be allowed to do what they want to do. To stay at home all day because that's "our place".
Does "boys will be boys" mean "boys will be controlling, glorified for being sub-par, and hurting others as 'letting them know their place'"?