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We were rising.

With every thread tied together, by those who wanted to catch hold —

Those with knotted breath and clasped hands 

Weaving together a dream, cast out into a sea of stars —

If to be a sonnet is to be vain, then to be a sonnet is to be a friend. 

If to be a limerick is to be laughed at, then to be a limerick is to be a child. 

Like stress

Tiredness consumes me

It chokes me in not a painful way

but a worn way

Like a vest

so close

to falling apart

but still has to survive

the following day

Like a foot

5 years ago I was in 5th grade 

My "friend" told me I had a weird laugh 

I was too scared to laugh after that 

Who knew happiness

was something

to hold

A lonely palm

Happiness takes

Wraps itself

Into the embrace

Of your open self

My happiness

Holds me back

His hair, his eyes.

How I love his smile, his laugh.

So funny, so sweet.

Always making me smile, and giggle.

But I’m trapped in the friend zone.

He’s so much more to me, but I’m just a friend.