I like you
Not because you're the prettiest
Not because you're the smartest
But because you're you
You don't care about these things
You just let them be a part of you
A side effect of you just being you
I like that
This care-free-ness
Your mind, its mental prowess
Your looks, their god-given effortlessness
Makes you all the more sexier
Yeah
I like you

The way your voice curled around my name,
as if those letters were not alone and bare.
Instead, they were ribboned, edged with memories and something more than love.

I wonder what it'd be like
To fly high
And never come down
Would I be missed?
Probably not
Would I be loved?
Probably not
Would I be forgotten?
Probably
Would I be me?
Idk
Would I be happy?
Probably not
Would I be free?
Never
Would I be new?
Probably not
Would I be shot at?
More than likely
Would I be?
Idk, I'm not sure I am now.......

I wanted to write a poem
And name it
"Baby Carrots"

I was going to write about
how your favorite band
was Pink Floyd,
and how I see your face
in the surface of the swimming pool
behind your house.

I was going to write about
the bus seats
with burn marks
and scratches in the vinyl
that you left in the backs.

I was going to write about
your faded red hair and
how everyone laughed,
including you.

I was going to write about
your funeral.

I was going to write about
your bedroom door
and how when I look at it
I think,
that for maybe a second,
you're sitting in there,
fixing a computer.

I was going to write about
the empty space
in the room
when everyone's together
aside from you.

I decided to let you rest.
You need your sleep.
I hope some day,
if there is some world after all of this,
I see you again.

Just in case I don't,

I wanted to write a poem.

in school
we learned about hydraulic fracturing
when they would send pressurized chemicals into the earth
until the earth began to “frack”

well that’s what i felt like
when your words rained down upon me so hard
my brain began to crack

She doesn't know.
She can't see what they are doing to her
They use her for their games and tricks
They don't care that hearts are in the mix
Bodies against bodies
No one knows where to start or where to end
But I'll try to mend
Her broken heart

You tell me that I am special,
Yet you treat me as lesser.
You recite words that "reflect my beauty"
But I've heard you recite such sweet nothings to others.
You demand to know my feelings
Only to cast yours in disguise.
You praise the "wonders" of my mind
Though when I speak you never listen.
You describe having me as your "greatest decision" and "luckiest find" - you had the gall to tell me I was your rare gem stone, one of a kind.
However I know I am nothing more than option.

Your sweet words and charming romance
May fool your other rare gems,
But my heart is beat and whithered.
Actions speak louder than words Darling -
Your words so full
Your actions scream silence.