Disease

It’s a disease

All the wind seems to blow north now

Sometimes I face away from the sun

I miss her so much but other times I don’t

Sad music makes me smile with little tears in my eye

Marked up footprints

You should use the power you have to power something better

I think I miss her sometimes but other times I don’t

My blankets are always cold now

Try not to mind me as I casually walk by

It’s just a disease.

-S.F.403

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Talking

It was all the giggling I couldn’t help

Short smiles and imagined hand holds

All the feelings I already had

Would they respond?

Would they talk to me?

They already flirt but it’s hard to discern

I think I like them

-S.F.403

We’re too busy crying

Through our minds eye we can see the tears slip down our cheeks as they start to blur our vision

Empty notebook paper stares back empty at us as we cry

Our voice filters out to a whine that we wish we never made but we aren’t one much for respect

It’s not too late to stop but what’s the difference if we never started we’re just a waste of space anyway

The tears don’t stop coming.

-S.F.403

Do it for me

It’s through rough patches of grass that flowers grow

The toughest of trees grow in the coldest of places

I will be your stepping stone.

It’s through the light of your alarm clock and the whistling of the wind past your headphones

Over misty hills kids call mountains and the teary eyed girl through a break up kiss

It’s all those happy moments we missed.

Even without all the pretty things in life like the colour of dry paint and natures natural music I’m happy.

Smile babe, I’m laughing.

-S.F.403

Her hoop earrings

Over the snow ridged mountains

Falling over the rivering breeze

Through all the rain pellets nobody sees

It’s a nice feeling to have

Her scuffed blue jeans

The safety pins on her jacket

She’s still a pastel aesthetic

Her lollipop moments stain my teeth

All the dance moves she pulls out of her pocket

She still makes me smile

Her make up scars scare me sometimes

Do I hate you?

Yes

Do I love you?

Yes

-S.F.403

Choose babe

Smiling, laughing, all the funny stuff you say

It’s all the things I love

All the the things I hate

You’re so pretty in the head

I think I love you

But I hate you more

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The idea is to break and shatter apart

All the things I understand

All the things I don’t

My boots leave rough footprints

My nails grow back stronger

Torn, ripped, cracking, snapping

All the cat things you do

Shifts in the weather and the changing seasons outside

But I stay rooted in place

I will never grow or age I’ll stand waiting on your every word

All the things I like

All the things I don’t

Don’t leave

-S.F.403