They say I have a heart of gold,

But I don’t think that’s true.

For if I had a heart of gold,

I’d be loved first by you.

Instead my heart is silver,

Silver as loose change.

Meant to toss around and trade,

‘Til I’m lost down the drain.

My heart is silver steel,

As silver as a blade.

It’s cutting edge so sharp and cold

It scares Cupid away.

And since its love means friendship,

My heart’s stuck in...

I stand, taunting the line between security and longing like a tightrope walker,

Moments from falling into the deadly grips of hope.

It ensnares me,

This irrational flower of reassurance,

Whispering that I am of value,

That I am cared about,

By those whom I call friends.

But if that were true,

Then why am I still alone,

In the cold, blinding spotlight,

Waiting, begging for someone to a...

There I stood, alone and forgotten,

Wilting as if no rain had come.

In the midst of winter, I am the poppy,

The one that awaits among the snow.

They say they love me,

Yet I’ve never picked.

I bloom in hopes one day I’ll be found,

A spectacle to marvel at,

Safe and sound.

Was it the feeling of being chosen,

I’d so desperately yearned for?

Or was it the promise they could see me,

A...

I continue to wait with bated breath. Every time a new name is called, I feel my heart sink further down… and down… and down. I begin to wonder, what’s truly the point? Why have hope that I’ll be chosen, when I’m doing nothing but breaking my own heart? It’s futile, it’d seem, so I try to lower my expectations, or perhaps, eradicate them entirely. How can I be let down if my hope is already on the...

Fountain full of coins,

Wishes and broken promises.

Months pass, seasons change.

Children paddle in the shallows.

Fountain empty of water,

Pennies, husks of plenty drying in the sun.

Months pass, seasons remain.

Teens scoop up forgotten change.

Fountain of the remaining penny,

Water now flooding my shape.

Weeks pass with new phases of the moon.

The elderly sit on my edges.

Fountain now due for ...

I’m sure you all know it,

That nagging feeling at school

In PE class, where you chose teams,

And you just stand there, waiting for someone to call your name.

I’m sure it’s happened to you before,

I know it’s happemed to _me,_

And it leaves one question burning on my tongue.

Am I good enough?

If I was, wouldn’t people wan’t to be my friend?

Wouldn’t they love and care for me?

Wouldn’t they stan...

I stood with laces double-tied,

Hope knotted up and tucked inside.

The chalk was fresh, the field was wide—

But somehow, I was brushed aside.

One by one, the names were said,

And each one turned a hopeful head.

Each name but mine, a quiet thread,

Unspooling silence in its stead.

They didn’t laugh, they didn’t tease—

They just forgot me with such ease.

Like I was air, like I was breeze—

Somethin...

No one left

Except for me

All alone

A silent plea

Pick me

Choose me

I beg and cry

Why am I last

Kicked aside

Don't belong

Never did

A muted child

A broken kid

I stand amongst the shining stars

A dark moon

A hidden spark

A waning life

A thin crescent

I drift away

An unwanted presence

...

I entered a beauty contest. Why not? Had nothing to loose except rejection. I’m use to rejection. My father left 15 years ago. Leaving Mom to raise three kids alone.

There were 25 women left for the crown, I was one of them. Eventually, they were all eliminated. One by one.For one reason or another.Two contestants left. Myself and another.

My teeth were chattering from nerves. My feet were killi...

Heartbreak is a powerful feeling

It can make you feel empty

Or leave you in a pool of blood and tears

Whether you feel it or push it down

Is up to you

But once you feel it

Don’t come crying to me...