#poemish

Tomorrow will be hard,

my head will hurt in the morning!

But sleeping means waking up

and mornings mean work, school and more.

It means my free time ends.

Responsibilities begin!

I hate waking up and I don't want to fall asleep.

It has a place in my life, the love I feel for her. I see her in the sunshine, in the little ladybugs. My love goes there.

My love transcends time and space. “Nowhere to go”

my love; it goes everywhere.

Grief is hard. It is debilitating. It never goes away.

I grieve her everyday. I think about her when I’m happy, I think of her most when I’m sad. She wouldn’t want that; for me to be sad.

She’s there, watching out for me.

If heaven exists I know she’s there…

I love and miss you so much Nona…I think of you often. You left a lot of people behind.

I'm confused,

When did the word body become sexual?

I know the concept's been around for hundreds of years at least, but why?

When did necessity for warmth become the necessity for safety?

I don't understand how someone can objectify another so much.

Bodies aren't sexual, boobs are just some extras, same as a dick or a vagina.

I put off work and tell myself everything is alright

Stacking one card over another

I put off work and tell myself you will do good

Stacking one card over the others

I never really failed

Everything always just worked out

But I'm sure

Someday I will fail

High school feels so far away.

It was just last year

but I'm not the same .

High school feels like a different life.

A life, i lived and left behind

But im still dreaming

Still yearning for high school.

Yearning for the person,

"Some people work with flames all their lives, some can only hold a candle."

after so many weeks out @ sea (alone)/ I let her reel me back in again & again

darling I love you & darling I missed you/ thanks for this sweet stranglehold