My friends are like my rope And I am the climber My only source of life Surrounded by a void
If the rope snaps and falls So does the climber Both of them falling With no good resolution
But
If the climber loses their grip And falls The rope will stay Slightly strained But positioned As if in honor of the fallen climber
So if I fall Please stay In honor of me
It’s just the two of them. Sitting on the floor of the auditorium dressing room. The rest of the cast had left for the cast party at the restaurant down the street while Carson and Riley were stuck on cleanup duty. It wasn’t really that much. More so sweeping and making sure there wasn’t any food in the room. They were mainly done by the time they both slid down the senior wall tired and sweating from the cleaning and a bit of nervous tension in the room. They looked around at the almost cleaned and empty dressing room full of memories from the past three days. Jamming out to Chappell Roan while putting on makeup, playing Roblox in the wings, and passing out sappy notes before closing night. They couldn’t believe it was over. Eventually their eyes meet. Looking so longingly into the others eyes. Before the show, Carson had been out of school due to being sick. That week had almost broken Riley. Every day she hoped that Carson would walk out of the doors of his Spanish class, smile, and give his classic little wave. But, after getting her hopes up he never did. “I really missed you,” she said, taking a chance. She usually never does things this risky. Instead she likes to hide and conceal. But this time, why not take a chance. “I missed you too,” he says. His voice, deep and warm. Comforting. Her heart fluttered. She loved how his voice sounded. The two of them turned silent, staring into the other's eyes. She could feel something. Like their brains synced for just a second. Enough where he could whisper into her brain _I know you want to kiss me. Go ahead. _Their heads slowly leaned in closer forming the base of a kiss. There was no stopping. Like their power and need to do this was bringing them closer and closer and longer and longer like they never wanted it to end. He bit at her lips like they couldn't get close enough. His hand reached its way from her sweater to her hair ruffling it playfully and sexy. Her hand lay on the back of his neck giving the ability to keep this going for as long as possible. Not like he wanted it to end. They stopped for a brief moment, looking into the other’s eyes. They both shone bright with heat and admiration. They longed for more. More of the last few minutes. “Damn,” said Carson. His voice flowing seamlessly and sexy. “I love you,” announced Riley. “I always have,” Carson leaned in for another round. “So do I,” he says.
It took me 6 years to decide what school I would go to. Which friends I would leave. And which colors suited me most. I had always thought I would be a Hornet. All my friends were going there, so why wouldn’t I. But every time I thought about it, it didn’t seem right. The other school intrigued me. It called me. I always found an excuse to keep it on my mind. But when somebody were to ask me where I was going I always said I didn’t know. Eventually, the time came where I had to choose. I didn’t want the hornets, but it pained me to say I was a devil. I took a chance! And it took a while to accept. But now I have found people who are annoying, loving, funny, and kind who all hold a special place in my heart. Newfound lovers and people I would trust with my life. People I would never have met if I didn’t take a chance. It changed my life for the better.
The world is filled with reasons to make you want to leave It likes to make you feel worthless Like your a failure Like your not worth it Like you shouldn’t have been born
I thought I was safe Until I landed in a new home With new people And new trusts
And now I’ve fallen to the devil called the world
So my advice for you… Be careful out there
The metal blade Sharp on my skin The pain So exhilarating
I’ve always been afraid to do this But now… I don’t care
The heat is satisfying all my deeper pains By bringing them to the surface The agony of the cuts Encompasses the pains from below
I love the look of the blood The “battle scars” That nobody is allowed to see Except me
Like I know this is wrong But the feeling and the urge I need to calm it
My hope has been gone
So when all hope is finally lost,
Is this what we rely on?
Overthinking is my specialty
At night When the world falls asleep I sit and think About everything that went wrong
About the things I said Or didn’t say Or the things I did Or didn’t do
The problems that have no solution And the differences things would make If I could just build up enough confidence To talk to her
I know I can’t do anything about it now It’s too late There’s no going back
But…
As the world goes dark I lay in my bed Door shut tightly Waiting for the monsters to come
It’s times like these when I miss you the most When I miss your hug, your smile, your positive attitude The one thing that was guarenteed to cheer me up when I was having a bad day
I miss having lunch with you And hearing your laugh from across the room And I miss meeting you in the hall Just to get your great big hugs
I miss seeing you in the morning Crowded around our favorite teachers classroom And seeing you after school Where we would act and sing our hearts out like nobody was watching
Now that I’ve moved on and you’ve stayed behind I can’t get your hugs or your book talk smile I can’t hear your voice when I feel like I’ve failed a test or gotten heartbroken by a stupid boy
I thought losing a friend for good was tough But losing you Even for the 8 hours we can’t use our phones Is way tougher
Although most don’t like the mildew musty scent of an unfinished basement. That smell brings me home. To my grandmas basement with the steel shelves and the random pink shower in the back corner. And my playspace on the right of the very steep staircase that always gave my family a mini heart attack when I ran down it. I spent most of my summers down there playing cashier with my grandmas endless shelf of overflowed food and becoming a chef with my tiny kitchen and sink water from the giant tub of a sink. When I was little, my grandma was my best friend. Whenever I was scared to go down in that large dark basement my grandma would always reassure me and we’d walk down there together. And then we would spend the rest of the day playing dress up and spending time together. Now that we sold that house and my grandma is getting sicker by the day, I miss that basement that made my summers so great. I miss those endless days that seemed to fly by because of my great imagination and the best playmate. (Edit: my grandma died in October)
The war between anger and sadness Combined to make the perfect shade But still Fierce on their own
Anger Bright with heat Blistering red and ready to fight
Sadness The royal blue So calm and perfect from the outside But alone, deep down
Together the two could make a perfect pair With the perfect amount of heat and cool But still the war rages on
