Her soft brown skin has gone away with the harsh cold wind.
she is now one of the many ghosts around here. I miss her.
she went back home. I was the last to know.I never wanted her to go.
I hope shes happy. I hope she's okay.Her face is bright in my mind like a lovely dream,  yes she was lovely and she was a queen.

Willow.
always makes me laugh.
We talk all night till we crash.
Her eyes are brown,sweet as chocolate.
Her laugh makes me smile.
Her warmth makes me wanna stay for a while.
Were just friends thats okay I still love her a little bit more anyway.

Mom, her phone is dead
Dad,at work with mom both leaving again for church.
Kayla, at work she tells me to call later but I know her routine smoke,shower,sleep,maybe eat.
I have ten minutes left who to call , Eric ,voicemail. Emma, voicemail, call again mom picks up , she is out skating, Babe, home phone is weird , call the safe house  not allowed to call ,not on the phone list,I look for grandmas phone number surely she will answer, voicemail,I leave a message to call back at eight. She never did it’s midnight. Nobody to talk to. Roommate is snoring. Who decided to put her with the lightest sleeper...? The answer.. I don’t ******* know. They think I’m perfect well... check again.Im tired and I’m bored and starting to realize the next two weeks are going to be hell.

Emma.
Blue.
Sad.
Skinny.
Pain.
Hurt.
Lies.
Yellow but not happy.
Skateboard.
Car.
Oh no.
Ankle.
Cast.
Limp.
Green and sick.
Food.
Toilet.
Flush.
Red but not love.
Razor. Shower.Water.
Band aid.
Pink lips pressed against another’s
But not mine
I guess we were always just friends.

Lust , love either one leaves me to dust..after everything they have done it’s hard to trust. Hard to believe when they say I love you it’s not another broken promise.

He is handsome , I feel he is caviar I am just a can of sardines, I’m the taxi he is a smooth limousine ,He is wonderful,why do I feel weak , He is a rose I am a sunflower I’m okay but he will always look better.and now I question does he even love me?