i learned too late
your love
was a poisoned apple

i still don’t know
if you are
the witch
or the devil

wanting you
is a crime
and i
am the guilty one

your truths
drip with lies
a wolf
in sheep’s skin

modern romance
teaches us
to cheer for villains

so i let myself
be robbed
killed
destroyed

fine
you’re the devil

We had a spark
That could light up a world
That spark between us
Was undeniable and intense
The electric fire
Can be felt and seen
The spark we made
It could have fused
Endless possibilities
I can remember how it felt
I can still see it in your eyes
Through our hands
Through our lips
But at the end of the day
That's all it ever was
Just a spark
And it became
Nothing more than that

here I am
in a place that's not quite right
I don't fit in with the popular girls
or the emo girls
or the sporty ones either
I'm kind of just there
I'm sitting here floating in a sea of loneliness
yes I have friends
but it just doesn't feel right
they don't feel real
nothing is feeling real at the moment
nothing is quite right
my legs are numb
my vision blurry
where am i
I'm out of place
nothing is quite right
nothing feels quite right
I'm just trying to survive  
as the long days go on
why am I still here

Poetry is my getaway
Every thought that comes to mind
Has a story to tell
At the end of the day
When I make time for poetry
It takes my mind away
Away from the stress
The worry
The hustle
And bustle of the day
It allows my mind to slow down
To rest
To rest for the next day
Like a train route that runs all day and night
Busy working
Getting things done
Then it’s time to wrap up for the night
Or like a water machine,
Filling everyone’s cup
And not until the last person comes for a cup
That you notice that you’re empty
Did they notice?-
Did they care to refill you?
But at night when I snuggle up
I grab my notebook
I escape
It soothes me
It’s refills me for the next day-
Off I go
To my poetry getaway

do you ever stare at the computer
an endless gaze into white
That feeling of indecisiveness
How can I turn my emotions in genius
I wish that moment
Could be a poem