for the beginning of the month
january was filled with endings.
the last time i spoke 
to too many people,
leaving only myself to grieve.

i stroke my mother's hair,
remembering about how beautiful she 
was,
is,
will always be. 

she only gave me love
and i can only think 
about how i was never able to do enough,
and how it's all to late
to do anything about it now.

a boy sits across from me, 
tells me i don't need...

My ex-friend avoids eye contact in front of me, and for the New Year, I hope for a different kind of resolution.

My arm drags up my hip, my other snaps in the air, and I daydream of coordination and confidence.

My bowl is filled with microwave meals, and I tell my sister that we're going to do better about our health.

My dad's face is small on my screen, but I treasure it like it's really him, and I...

    my writing is simply myself with the lights on. it's the opinions i never voiced, the argument i never let start. my confessions whispered to a skeleton priest, locked up nice and tight in a little closet. 
    they say dead men tell no tales, but it's the writers that have lips like locks.
    i write to let my secrets free. all the boys and girls i have loved, i've kissed them tenderly here. all of the girls that i've used...

a heartbeat so fast you have to wonder if they can hear it,
but somehow thinking that it might be alright if they did.
rough tissue forming under your teeth on the side of your left cheek,
starting to grow raw from anxiously chewing.

a color that once you see you know it's them and you can't unsee it,
and then that color is everywhere.
it's in your sister's hair and the irises of your dog,
the color of a...

The overall color of this memory would be red.

My grandmother's house looked nothing like the Gryffindor common room, but yet somewhere between her lap and the fireplace crackling to me left the room slowly transformed.

I can remember I spent literal years telling my family I would never, ever, ever read Harry Potter. I insisted on it every time it was brought up. But yet I found myself late at night (or, more accurately, 9pm) sitting with my grandmother...