I wrote this poem with another girl who I think is...
This one's for the girl...

Acidic words burn like wild fire,
as angry yells shatter and tare...

The radiant morning sunlight
Surrenders...

Mirror mirror on the wall
Reflecting back the images you see...

I saw you
through the fog...

This poem is dedicated to my sweet friend Danika...
Just know that I am looking for you...

It folds and swells and curves,
this form I wear...

Bittersweet winds scratch their claws upon my...
As my tinny feet make soft impressions, short...

In that silence
the words frozen on our lips...

I'm at a loss of understanding,
so perhaps someone can enlighten me...

There are two people in me.
Two voices inside my head...

She plays upon her shattered piano,
her fingers addicted to the red keys...