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Old-fashioned Butterflies
I can’t be the only girl
Who thinks it’s crazy
How we live in an age
Where asking for the “I” in I love you
Is normal?
Because I’m the kind of girl
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My Love Poem
If I could paint the sky in the hues of colors I feel when I look at you,
The sky would no longer be just one color.
If I could write in words how much I love you,
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Anxiety paints my life
I felt pretty today,
Like the glimmering sun.
I felt happy today,
Like nothing else mattered.
I felt confident today,
Loves
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Time Is Not a Statue
It’s dark, where I am. Not cold, for cold gives you solace. Not hot, as in a hammer striking molten iron to make a sword. Not warm, pointlessly and deliberately harsh and itchy.
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Grow(n) Up
I don’t want to grow up
Because I don’t want to pay taxes
Because I want someone to take care of me
Because I’m a little bit scared.
I am grown up
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A Letter for Everyone on YWP – One Last Time
Dear YWP,
The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13.
The second, 15.
I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people.
And this is the last letter.
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Haiku: Butterflies and Blue Skies
Butterflies floating
staring in amazement at
the wondrous blue skies
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book of poetry (breakup)
the title page has a heart drawn upon its yellowish hue,
C+M on an arrow, almost but not quite covering
TEN POEMS: VOLUME ONE and I turn the page quick,
eager to see this play out,
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Reflections of a Tired Girl
I am an enigma; forever stepping in front of mirrors attempting to angle myself in the perfect position to be loved; always making myself smaller than I seem in order to be seen.