Poems from missbrooklynj
You're a mixtape
of studded tee shirts,
loud music,
and just enough vulnerability
for no one to see.
You've got the walk
and the talk...
I like to think that
the letters were for somthing
more than
sentiment
and the flowers
were more than
just beautiful.
I want to think...
12:02
and I was supposed to be home
an hour ago.
But I'm still
folding paper cranes
and stealing
glances,
and you've still...
The fire started in the twelfth grade.
First, it licked our barefooted toes.
It ate the living room carpet
and pried the charred...
There was always something more to the knots
in my shoelaces,
the strings of sentences,
and my bones were a labyrinth of unanswered...