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Zoë Mar 2016
my thoughts a little crazy,
my mind a little hazy.
my eyes tired,
my brain wired.
my smile bright,
my life just right.
for a moment, i don't worry.
i actually feel great.
but then my mind gets blurry,
again, i can't think straight.
Zoë Mar 2016
27
this one night,
his two friends become mine.
he says i'd be the third tonight,
but he's asleep by 4 a.m.
i'm not going to sleep for five days, thinking like this,
i hope i'll get a 6 o'clock good morning,
responding to my seven worried messages, i just sent.
i'll wake at eight, desperately checking my phone,
seeing nothing but nine fake smiles on my lock screen,
i'll stay in bed until 10:00,
to avoid my 11 page homework,
and i'll wait 'til 12:00 for his message that'll break my heart,
but my lucky number is thirteen, and i'll hope that he still cares,
for i am dying, crying 14 minutes after his message,
and i don't know what to say to the boy 15 hundred miles away,
who i'm scared will break my heart before he turns 16.
i regret waiting seventeen minutes to respond tonight,
and i'm sorry for the now eighteen messages i have sent,
only to make sure, i stay awake until 19:00,
scared i'll miss his 20:00 message,
but i'll lay here for 21 more minutes,
wanting to jump in the car and travel 22 hours,
to show up at his door the twenty third hour,
and hug him for the full twenty-fourth,
while his parents make 25 phone calls, trying to get me
on a 26 hour trip back home,
where i'd cry for 27 days,
missing him, once again.
Zoë Feb 2016
love is letting your 100 lb dog sleep at the foot of the bed
and leaving the peanut butter unopened so they can have the first smell.
love is writing notes in lunch boxes,
and waiting up for them to come home.
love is breakfast in bed,
and long hugs.
love is pennies in jars,
and wiping the slobber from an old pup's lips.
love isn't what you see in the movies.
love isn't flawless and "hurt-free".
love is real.
love is the little things.
Zoë Feb 2016
filled with fury,
i sit.
what to do, what to do.
i want to wake with the sun,
spend a day living like i've always wanted.
climb a mountain so high,
i get a little dizzy at the top.
walk for so long,
my legs ache.
smile so much,
my cheeks burn.
laugh so much,
it's hard to breathe.
and then when the day is done,
i will retire with with the sun,
once and for all,
as it slips below the horizon.
Zoë Feb 2016
sometimes we get angry
at the places we can't go,
and the people we can't see,
and the songs we don't hear.
but it isn't the place's
or the people's
or the song's fault.
it is simply our own.
Zoë Feb 2016
her walls begin to crumble,
falling slowly to the dirt.
hammer in hand,
she tries and tries to build it up.
too much hurt in this world.
brick walls held the big bad wolf back, right?
but they can't hold him back.
he smashes through the walls,
twirling her heart about on his finger.
then crying, he huffs and he puffs
but by the hair of her chinny chin chin she lets him in.
he cradles her heart,
in his big hands,
and tears of regret, fill the holes.
but unexpectedly,
he rips open her heart with his broken hands,
and says it was all a lie.
she starts building her walls again,
positivity and loved ones help her.
it will take a while to fix her heart,
but one day she won't need those **** walls.
one day,
she'll be able to live in a house of straw,
and happy and safe, she can be.
Zoë Feb 2016
both spectacular individuals,
and together they used to taste just right.
counteracting the sweet, with the nutty,
balancing the sticky with the smooth.
but today,
i stare down into my life lunch box,
and pb & j,
don't go together,
like they used to.
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