12:00 pm
Midnight is when the breeze flows
Through my slightly cracked window
And ruffles my curtains
12:30 pm
I want to sleep but you keep crawling
Back into my brain
Dusting off abandoned corners of my memories
I never wanted to touch those again
The cobwebs frightened me
1:00 pm
Now I'm crying
It's a low wail
The time on my clock shows
All the thoughts I am wasting
On you
5:00 am
It's been a few hours
I think I've cried out all my tears
My body goes limp into an
Unstatisfiyng sleep
I know that when I wake up
You will not be next to me
Like how you always used to be
11:00 am
I've slept and I was right
You are not here
The puddles on my pillow collect
Into my hair
You haven't kissed me gently to
Wake me up
You haven't stroked my hair to the side
To peck my cheek and say
"Good morning"
7:00 pm
I have spent the day
Mourning over you
I wonder what you are doing
I wonder where you have gone
12:00 pm
Midnight is when I repeat the cycle
Of missing you.

We walk along a muddy trail
Of memories
you're footsteps
Make flowers grow where there
Is only dirt.

it's like a math problem
that i struggle with for hours
trying to comprehend
my confusion makes me cry
and all i want is to understand
understand why the numbers interact
with these numbers
why things change if you add or subtract
why the answer isn't always what
you thought it may be

we're just like all the possible problems
a teacher could present to us
i struggle to find our answer

Humans: the mess that is my bedroom floor and ***** clothes
Humans: the awe of a full moon and ability to create wonderful things

You step into the suns rays
Skin blooms roses and pretty lillys
Make up your hair
Your body is the most beautiful hill
Eyes turn into moon and stars
Lips are the birds who sing sweetly
Your soul is paradise

It seems as though we humans
Only remember the days of
Important occurrences.
It was Wednesday when I told you
How lonely I really was
And it was a Monday when I said
I really didn't love him anymore.
Friday we took a test
I'm sure I failed because Thursday
I did not study.
But I don't remember the specific
Day you said hello to me
Or the day I aced that Spanish test.
Saturday I saw you outside of
School and you smiled at me
Butterflies.
I remember the days of things
That are obtuse but also acute
When we made eye contact,
And my sisters birthday.
I guess this is good
I don't want to struggle
Connecting dates and times
To special moments.
Everything I remember
And everything I remember specifically,
Are special moments
Whether they are tragic
Or lovely.