#SFYSpoetry

speak your bruises so they slide off your skin onto mine

we are stuck because we don't know how to put it into words

my words were never a walk in the park, they were marathons of heartaches and heartbreaks

and someday I'll be that speaker who found their words

but my hair is still blond because I want to be welcome in your house

darling, you are a chain link fence

remember you are more than just this chain link fence

your heart was made to push blood up

you have to fall down to grow up

but the stress won't let us sleep

maybe rotting in hell would be better than this

beauty isn't skin deep, it's just not that shallow

you know what I want to be in 15 years? I want to be myself

as seniors we are asked to make the most important decisions of our lives, but we still have to ask permission to leave the room

I've fallen down too many times for the bruises to keep up

there's always something in our scars waving back at us

a human with too many rips and tears in her heart

so for now I just keep back peddling 

the popped tires taught me how to change tires

it hurts just as much to get up as it does to fall

I am tender, and now you know what that means to me

holding hands instead of textbooks

signing all their checks with crayons

they don't see my weight, the weight on my hear, the weight on my mind

215 pounds is nothing compared to the weight of my sadness, and I am heavy with it

I should've asked her to check my heart

I know silence kills, but I can't get myself to speak because I know words last forever

you are more than an almost

everyday is one day fewer

sunny days would always be placed in our forecast

sunrises were never supposed to be sunsets

it's not fair that we have to fall to be in love

rainbows are more than what the photography will show

I've swallowed back enough salty tears to know that I'm 100% ocean

tsunami warnings never come soon enough to save anybody

we are the originals and we decide our name

it seems like they hung us between the Mona's and the Van Gogh's only to fill the space

each step, no matter how small, is a celebration

take that rope and tie it around your fears

this is not because I never made it to the front of the student section

that guy in green eggs and ham didn't try something new until the last page, and that changed everything

ignorance is just another patch your mom sewed on your varsity jacket