Poetry

I am growing up in a world full of problems.

A world that I am told I will have to fix.

Why do I have to fix problems that I didn't start?

I should have told you, 

“I like you”. 

Just a little earlier. 

I planned every word, 

In my head and outloud. 

I wrote down your name in my books margins, 

Snow does something magical, I think;

Creating a blank skate, can I start over now?

It fuels first loves, the paths criss crossing in a storm, a blizzard that lingers in the memories.

We were rising.

Like twin flames,

Dancing in the darkness,

Spreading warmth to the stars.

In my mind,

You were a star,

Radiating your astronomical light onto me.

Can it be nothing more than new life?

Bounding through marshes

And clover 

And buttercup

And moss

And underneath that moss

Death

I just need a paper and some pencils. 
Maybe some pillows. 
And a cozy light. 

 Twinkling lights

Like stars

But never that sweet

Like a firefly in a dark bog

Take me away

From this

Cold

Industrial

Ruin

Take me away from the

My elusive

Smile

Hides my joy

What a wonder

Here they are

Playing

Dancing

Singing in tight harmony

Something I know I'll never do

It hurts.

Their cruel words digging deep into my soul, planting their roots and taking over.

It hurts.

Hearing them all gossip about me, calling me names I never asked for.

It hurts.

Tik Tik Tik Tik:

never stopping angry quiet 

Tok Tok Tok Tok:

ink on paper nonsense words

Tik Tik Tik Tik:

lips are moving saying nothing

And then there were two.

Two hearts, two stories.

Two lives intertwined.

Doubletime.

Two angry auras

Flushed with the blue of sadness

And the hue of love, at the edge

Out of the way

Out of reach.

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Blades (noun pl.)

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