Gali

Spring is a blossom crushed 

Unbeknownst to you, in your clammy palm. 

It’s a season made of glass, 

Fragile, disintegrating 

Like the April showers filling 

Cracks in the pavement. 

I dreamed 

I was the sun 

over the shimmering sea 

illuminating everything 

perfectly 

This isn't a "see you in three months"

Because I'm not coming back

This isn't a "goodbye for now"

At least not all the goodbyes are that temporary,

This is a "I'll be back on Alumni day"

i don't always like being a girl 

it's hard 

always making sure my hair is in place 

i can't dress so all my curves can be seen

but i can't wear xxL

i don't want to be wrong

i'm getting good

at smiling like it's no big deal

i can laugh and joke

i'm getting good

at masking my pain 

pretending everything's alright

makes it easier 

to get through today. 

Ode to my brother 

Oh brother 

You always seem to annoy me 

You make me want to jump into the sea

You should take me on a shopping spree