Someone left the gate open
I didn't even try to walk through
No one attempts to understand me
That's why I don't like any of you
I'll read my writes & you'll listen
But I know it's only so you can talk
I'll write out things about me,
But they might as well be chalk
clap clap clap
Clap my dusty words out of your erasers
Clear the air so that you can fill it
With your proverbs, your opnions
You really only care about the importance of your bit
And I don't mind
It happens all the time

you cry out for human attention

while you loathe all human affection

try to resist the human infection

yet you crave human interaction

and you pine for human satisfaction

while you dream of human perfection

but you will never be human again

Your names on my birth certificate.
Your DNA runs through my blood.
I have your eyes.
But those are just small physical things.
They say sometimes your dad isn't just the one who helped to give you life,
but the one who actually stands by you.
Cares about you...
and proves it.
At times, you've been more of a dad to me than my real dad ever was.
Ever is.
He gets so disappointed in everything I do.
Grades. Sports. Life.
He yells over everything I bring home from school,
so I dont bring anything home anymore.
If I need something signed for class, I come to you instead.
You never scream. Never yell.
Instead, you just encourage me to do better.
You help me to understand more.
He gets frustrated that I play so much.
But I love it, and I dont know if he gets that.
Instead of being encouraging and supporting, he gets mad over it all.
Another late practice. Another tournament.
Well guess what?
Winners arn't made by sitting on the couch.
Im glad you understand that.
You're always so encouraging and helpful to me.
Picking me up for class.
Staying after your girls are done to give me a ride when Im done.
Simply telling me I had a good game.
Sometimes thats more than he ever does.
Sometimes he doesnt even come.
Sometimes, he doesnt support me in anything.
Even when he knew I was at my lowest point, he kicked me while I was down.
But you didnt. You dont.
You found out what I was doing to myself, and you never once judged me.
You're always there to crack jokes and make me smile.
You're always there for me.
Whether I text you in the middle of the day or the middle of the night.
Thank you.
For all that you've done. All that you do.
I couldn't ask for a better coach than you.

Is feeling this way wrong?
feeling, Love?
An intense admiration and longing to be with someone
How you’re willing to do just about anything to get them to look at you.
What do you do when you catch them staring out of the corner of your eye and they
too look star struck?
How your days are equally miserable but as soon as you see each other you can’t get a smile off your face.
*****.
How your love for him feels so wrong it makes you sick.
And if you think about it to long you might just *****.
Everyone knows how you feel about each other, but no one dare intervene.
It’s already too late.
But what if one day you woke up and knew in your heart and the pitt of your stomach that this person felt the same.
He starts to get possessive, comfortable, closer to you.
This is when things get difficult,
and one day.
He kissed you.
You’re forced to deny how you feel simply because it,
“isn’t right”
But what if every minute he’s away from you he cries.
He cries because you aren’t with him
He cries because he knows he loves you more than he should.
He screams
“How could I let this happen?”
“How can I be in love with something so sweet and so tender but it be so wrong?”
And with that he cried,
he locked himself in his room to weep.
you locked yourself in yours ,and for once each of you wept,
together,

but not touching.