*walking down the hallway*

*boy stops me*
patty cake?

*sighs*
sure

*clapclapclapclapclap*

*boy is surprised*
you're fast today

*me*
i don't want to be late.

*prettiest girl in class is assigned to sit next to him. he looks at me sitting a distance away, sighs, looks back at her, and mouths to me...."dam"* jealousy over. he'd rather be with me

These tears spill down my face
and burn these open wounds.

So i went to a dance,
and danced with a boy.

but then i saw him in proper light
and blamed the darkness.

I asked for a fairytale
and wouldn't you know it,
my dream came true
when i least expected it to.

Write a poem about love. Not of finding or losing love. But of love itself.

I'm not dead. I'm dying.

All the pieces fall to the floor
All the pieces shatter into more

Breathless sobs are all i know
wordless sadness is all i feel

How funny.
As long as i can remember, i haven't cried for sadness.
I've cried out of anger and frustration.
Interesting.