The beauty of being asleep is that I wouldn’t be overthinking right now. I wouldn’t be thinking in general. I wouldn’t be wondering why he hasn’t texted my back in two days, fully knowing he’s been so busy. I wouldn’t be questioning how a guy could actually like me. I’m not pretty or anything like that. I wouldn’t be having these random thoughts, instead dreaming dreams which I never remember and ...

diamonds are beautiful

but they are also strong

I’m no diamond, though

some say I’m pretty

they don’t mean it

the ones who criticize mean it

if they care enough

to say something mean

they probably mean it

I’m not strong, not even a little

not physically

nor mentally

I’ve tried the gym

but I don’t eat enough protein

all the effort I put in

doesn’t matter

whatever I do doesn’t matter

I cry too much

...

you’re the wish

I make at 11:11

the one commonality

in all of my sweet dreams

my lucky numbers are

your birthday

and how many letters

are in your name

if I ever find a four-leaf clover

I hope I’m lucky enough to be yours

if I ever find a genie in a lamp

your wish is to be my command

I want you to be happy

and to be happy with you

you’re all I can think of

the light in every day

I can’t wait ...

It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down. Maybe that’s why this wasn’t such a good idea. But it was the only way.

Sure, my ankles hurt, pressed against the dry ceiling bar. My abs were on fire, already sore. But I couldn’t make a sound, so I breathed as softly as I could. He couldn’t know I was up here. Everything that mattered would be lost if he saw me.

It was getting hot...

I think I got it backwards

things aren’t as they seem

I might be a little be crazy

but maybe we really are on the same team

maybe you care just as much as I do

maybe you care a little bit more

maybe one day, I’ll tell it all to you

or maybe I’ll just keep this secret lore

whatever happens, I need to understand

I might have all of it wrong

things probably won’t go as planned

and I shouldn’t wait ...

I see his face, I smile

I hear his voice, I blush

we lock eyes for a moment, and there it goes

I start to spiral

because that’s how you looked at me

the beginning of this story

is like the start of ours

and that’s what scares me

every time I see his big brown eyes

I’m reminded of yours

and I don’t even have to mention

the times I’ve seen him with you

you’re friends, I get it

but I really like this...

CREEEAK. the coffin opened, leaving a cloud of dust I had to fan away with my hand. I took a deep breath, and peeked inside, my heartbeat pulsing steadily but quickly. it was a dead body. not too surprising, I know. the jaw was bruised and the wounds on the arms revealed dried blood. the face looked pained and solemn. there was a green bomber jacket covering its chest, though the color had obvious...

they say forgiveness is a virtue,

but I’d rather keep my anger.

you’re the reason I’ve been so blue;

the reason I hate the songs that were bangers;

you’re the reason I still cry at night;

the reason I see a man and think “DANGER!”

too afraid that he’ll break my heart no matter how bright his light.

I hate you; I wish we were just strangers.

I wish I could forget and move on from the past.

why ...

I wish I was pretty

but not just pretty

beautiful

not just turning heads

breaking necks

dazzling the room

so gorgeous that they aren’t even

able to take their eyes off of me

I want to be that kind of beautiful

to be able to look in the mirror

and smile at my own face

instead of focusing on the imperfections

the acne

the redness

the stray eyebrow hairs

the dry lips

the eyes tired of crying

the une...

I’m tired of this

tired of wondering

if I’m making it all up in my head

if it’s just my imagination running wild

tired of crying

over you

over the past

over things that don’t matter

over things that matter too much

tired of thinking

and overthinking

about you and how it all ended up

tired of asking myself

if you ever even cared

or if I was just desperate

if I was wrong about everything

w...