I do not want a Romeo
Ever changing like the moon...

Millions upon millions of infinitely small pieces
Of sharpened harsh glass, bitter and fragile...

The dark, hard floor
The silent midnight hue...

Calm graceful silent smooth
unassuming philosophical self-sustaining...

Finally free
To be myself...

Lonely and outcast from her peers she stands
With a pen and a notebook of paper in hand...

L(a
le...

He flirts
I smile...

Gentle as butterflies in spring,
Intoxicating as the richest smells...

Each day I wait for our class to begin
Waiting, counting the minutes till I can see him...

My stomach in knots
Like they said it would be...

She arose from the cold hard floor where she had...
Resting her weary body for a few precious moments...