I am a China vase, so divine,

Shattered to millions of pieces.

And the question remains,

Will I ever be reassembled?

If so, will I ever be,

Worth anything at all?

Cracks trace a map of what you’ve held,

Memories of vibrant flowers,

Now ghosts of color linger, whispers,

Of a life before the fall.

But within the broken pieces,

A resilience stirs, a hidden shine,

Perhaps I’ll never be hole a...

Him;

Wonderful, brilliant.

Dark eyes and hair.

Funny, bright.

A cute smile.

Someone that any girl

would be lucky to have.

Stay strong, because you’re a man.

Don’t tell her what you think.

Don’t tell her how you hurt.

Hide it, because she’s troubled.

Hide it, because she’s hurting too.

On the outside, we’re a perfect match.

Holding hands, long gazes.

Kiss him slow and watch them stare-

at how ...

Our hearts are made of stardust,

But stars are fragile too,

It’s constant beating and repeating relies not on me but you.

My heart can’t handle the heat,

And as stars eventually die,

When you leave me, as I know you will, I’ll say my last goodbye....

do you have the same

pain in your chest?

is your doctor telling you

you need rest?

i’ve spent hours searching

my symptoms online

the results are conclusive

my heart is no longer mine

it took me five weeks

to remember your face

but cut me some slack

you move with such grace

this poem’s sat in my drafts

for the past two weeks

i would have finished it sooner

but there are secrets i’d leak

every...

Leo

“Y-You, what?,“ I stuttered, removing my hands from his shoulders.

“I love you,” Israel snapped. “I’ve loved you since I first met you. You make me so fucking happy, Leo! Your the reason I’m gay. And I know that you could never love me the same way, but here I am, telling you anyway.”

How could I be so naive? Now it all made so much sense! When he walked up to me in the lobby, talking on ...

Leo

Ding, ding, ding!

Finally, the bell rang, interrupted my geometry teacher, Mr. Mendoza’s, lesson on all of the major geometric formulas. Quickly, I grabbed the notebook that had been given to me by Mr. Mendoza and walked towards the door, being pushed by other kids.

Once I was out of the small door frame and the flood of students had moved on elsewhere, I made an attempt to find Israel. I...

Israel

“I am fine!,” I insisted. “Really, Flores, I’m fine!” Flores rolled her eyes.

“Israel, you have a broken nose,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “And don’t call me Flores.”

“Okay, Mrs. Gorski, or should I call you doctor?,” I sneered.

“Listen, I’m sorry, but I have to send you home,” she replied, then motioning for the door.

“But my friend needs me here!,” I begged. Flores’ eyes h...

Leo

My heart ached for Israel. For the majority of my life, I myself had struggled with friendships. But Israel…he had it so much worse.

“I-,” I began. There weren’t any words for how sorry I truly was, no way to describe it. Israel didn’t deserve that.

“I am so, *so* sorry Israel,” I said at last. It wasn’t enough, but at least he knew that I cared and that I was sorry for the pain he exper...

Israel

It was December. I was probably 5 years old, at least. When my mother heard about new neighbors, well…she’s a extrovert, so she did her “extrovert thing”, as my dad called it.

So, my mother dragged me and my older sister, Cassandra next door. I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect. My mother had told me that the family had a kid about my age. I didn’t have friends. I didn’t want friends....

Israel

The blow sent pain coursing through my body. It was a sharp, brutal pain. And it was only fueled by anger. When my vision came back, I saw Olivia, just standing there, a look of horror on her face. In a failed attempt, I charged at her. If Leo hadn’t held me back, I would have probably killed her.

“You stupid-I swear to god, punch me again, I *dare* you!,” I screamed at her. Slowly, a w...