It's the cat

Tomorrow I hope,
That I don't mess up,
Or cry.
I hope I have time to breathe.
Not Suffocate,
Or smother
Myself.
I hope
There's just enough people
So the lines are right again,
And I can hold your hand

To the first one,
Yesterday you talked to me,
For the first time since after.
And it was because I was so sick I was shaking and crying and fell asleep in a corner of our classrom

Cold snowy heart,
Warmed with laughter of a thousand hopes.
We are all hanging on by hope's feathers.
Unless we aren't.
With enough feathers you can fly.
But my dreams give me the most feathers.
Unrealistic things usually do.

I've moved twelve times.
I'm thirteen.
And no I have not moved every year,
Sometimes it was shorter, or longer.
And now this home we've lived at for three years.
That's the longest I've ever lived somewhere.

I know I need to get over you,
But just one more poem.
You were my world,
Everything you did shook my world.
And I steadily made a palice on my world,
And the towers reached up above the sky.

You said you found the key,
I told you it was to my heart.
But you already knew,
Because you already had taken my heart,
Some would say stole.
Right out of my chest,
And temporarily,
You stole my breath.