Poems from layla_
You are a stranger with my thoughts
An alien, an imposter
I look into my fun house mirror and there you are
Staring at me with twisted lips...
I thought I had reached the end
I thought I finally meant it when I said “just one last time”
How stupid was I to believe
That there was...
there's a to-go cup in my hand
i run my fingernails down the side of the styrofoam,
feeling how it caves under my touch
my nails are weak...
At seven years old, we learned how to spell
At seven years old, we learned how to hide
In 2012, my brother was born
In 2012, Sandy Hook...
Judging by the full box of granola bars in the pantry, it’s getting bad again, and my mother can see it like an oncoming storm
However,...