~~ poems ~~
ac.
AC running in dead winter,
My mind swirls with
matching snowflakes and
neatly printed words.
I am foggy and clouded with
delirium and
I feel like hurling when your smiley
dimples deepen.
For a person I hate so much,
you are surprisingly interesting.
photos
My momma saw a photo of you
and thought you're very pretty
I was red and
stuttering,
but I can't deny.
You are a gorgeous boy.
I hate myself for admitting it ,
but I hate you even more.
YOU ARE A9 HATEABLE PERSON.
-- everyone says it.
--I say it.
--I hate you but you know I don't.
socket
when I push my heart
back into its socket,
it takes a push and a shove.
little bits of my soul still seep out
and drip to the ground
in bluewhiteredandpurple.
nevertheless,
i gather the bits of my spilled heart,
and use them to dry your tears.
volleyball
tears drip to the sweaty,
squeaky floor.
something swirls around in ny stomach.
HATE?
DISGUST?
ANGER?
guilt?
whatever.
it doesn't matter.
I push these thoughts deep
into the crevices of my mind,
and walk past without second glance.