Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone

I cried out to God, And There was silence.

In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something