ZoeBee

I am a mere fifteen years old
And yet, it has happened more than thrice
Boys will be boys right?
It's just how they think, right?
It locker room talk, right?
Ok. But I wasn't in
A locker room
Well what were you wearing?

I do not see the snowflakes
The beauty of perfectly round disks, symmetrical and true
When the monsters up above look down from toying with us
And decide to grant temporary happiness in the form of a winter's night

Last night
I forgot to take them
A simple slip-up
A little mistake
There were a million other things to do, and I couldn't find the time
Gently drifting down the hallway
Late
Late 
Late 
At night

I recently talked to a crazy man. If I had to guess, I would say paranoid schitzophrenic. I've met quite a few. While he was screaming in my face, I listened. Not nessecarily to learn about conspiracy theory, but so he felt listened to.

I was in the park
Battery, to be exact
Right outside the 
Police Station
When the crazy man started to talk
He got in an argument with a pothead
And the Mari man tried to defend his point
Our point

You can't breathe while you're underwater
People who haven't 
Drowned
Tell me that
All
The 
Time.
I know Susan.
So why not pull yourself out?
They say
Why continue to drown?
At the very beginning