(2015)
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition