Bee.Lover

Anxiety is encircling my fingers,

Every move I feel a twitch. 

This pain is nothing new

And now my heart has a stitch. 

I didn't want to break your heart

I don't know why I texted you

Spontaneously last night. 

Usually I set up some elaborate plan, 

So I can do everything right. 

You're failing school, 

Well guess what?—So am I,

I don't have a favorite word, 

And I used to think I liked them all. 

But my whole body starts to fall, 

At the small whisper of why. 

Why are you crying?

Why do you hide?

My computer is dead again, 

It's another excuse not to write. 

My hand is cramping from playing, 

But all the songs don't sound right. 

They don't quite understand it, 

Guitar Girl

She plays guitar 

She writes songs

She lives not far

And I could stay there all day long

She ties back her hair

And hides her insecurities 

"Why are you sad, my dear?"

My mother asks me again and again, 

But my mouth won't open; you can't hear

the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain. 

I can't tell her how hard I yearn