Together Only in the Future
There’s no place to go and
it’s only us here,

so we talk for some time,
and stay for a while.

Until you realize you
don’t belong here and

you turn to leave but,
I’m scared to be on my own.

You’ve always been my north star — 
my one true guide through the night,

the one I’ve worked towards
because I know I

can only truly love you
once I’ve become my best self.
...

Sometimes, when I am in bed at night, I lie awake thinking. I think about almost everything — that compliment from earlier today, that assignment from yesterday, the funny science class last week, the argument with my parents last month, or the dream from last night — 
The dream that I was walking through a field, on a narrow path, similar to my cousins. On a winding, narrow path with the wind gently blowing over my fingertips and kissing the...

Like the flower is to the bee
and the polish is to the shoe,
your love is to me
and mine is to you.

For in the darkest corner
of this earth,
hides the mourner
of this new birth —

the birth of our cursed
and forbidden love.
It is for you that I forever thirst,
for, darling, you are a dove — 

flying away up past the skyline
my dearest, you are no longer mine.

Once, I wrote a poem. I was in the ninth grade. It was for an English assignment. But it was me. It is me. Because me does not change. Me is who I am. And who I will always be. In my poem I wrote:
I am
 a stalk of wheat
 growing
 in a field of barley.

 I am
 something to be molded—
 living
 amongst limiting people

I will
keep growing golden,
 while
 others stop and settle.

 But I can ...

We met.

I thought it was love,
thought it was more than a crush.

But I slipped away,
and you slipped through my fingers,
and we aren't here today.

I do not regret,
any moment we shared.
But when the light faded,
we weren't meant to be there.

We were kids and it seemed
to be full of meaning.
But I guess now that it's done
I'm looking back and seeing
all the flaws in my fantasy.

I liked your...

It starts on my face
And shivers down my spine
Then tingles down my legs
And into my toes
It's raining outside,
but I don't mind.
Even when the cold of night hurts,
I leave open my window
and let the cold wind blow.

There's a stone in my throat,
so heavy it feels like I should cry.
But there's a stone in each eye,
blocking me from shedding the tears I've already shed a million times.
And there are a billion of the heaviest stones from my past in each of my feet,
weighing me down, grounding me to the earth,
but not in a good way.
More in a way that they're holding me back,
stopping me from flying free through the...