Ever wonder what being in love feels like? That ever growing weight in your chest you can’t get rid of. The smiles you get when you think of them, bright and full of happiness. The feeling like when you’re around them, you can do anything. You can be your true self as long as they’re there alongside you.

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You give away your soul

like I give away my heart.

I crush your bones

as I consume the bread

that’s supposed to be your body.

Doesn’t it hurt?

Constantly giving yourself away

to people who don’t even know you?

I drink the wine

that’s supposed to be your blood.

Seeing them together makes you want to cry.

To evict yourself from your own room.

To spill into the cracks in the sidewalk,

hoping no one will notice as you burn away.

You’re suddenly the ghost in your own room.

No one seeing you,

everyone passing right through you,


Her long brown hair blows in the wind.

The fire snaking up her long legs

as she sits there, her hands tied to her sides

and to the wooden pole digging into her spine.

You can hear her screams ringing through the air

like church bells,

the fire continuing to…

His long brown hair flows down to his shoulders

and catches the red light of the roller coaster

looming above him,

making his brown eyes under

silver glasses glow

as he scribbles away

in a neon green notebook.

His eyebrows raising in excitement

as his lips form a smile


His brown eyes are wild with excitement

as he thrusts fake swords

and pets fake cats

in the theatre class we’re taking together.

His shoulder length brown hair flying

every which way as his eyebrows

raise with emotion,

his little facial expressions so clear

people from back in America


I stand, staring at the grey wall

in front of me,

letting the hot water

of my shower box prison

burn my skin away.

The bags under my eyes,

the acne on my face,

the freckles dotting my back.

I look down at the body I’ve come to know


Do other people see it too?

See me losing my head,

talking about you all the time,

putting you in such high praise?

Do they see that I love you?

That I can’t get you out of my head

no matter how hard I try?

It’s like you burrowed yourself…


I’m a young aspiring writer trying to figure out life. (She/her)

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