Poems from PenNPaper
Devil: Good Evening
Me: Midday
Are you-
Don't start...
Sitting next to the window
Watching dust stay suspended in the air
My breath does nothing
Under the harsh yellow light
The window is cold...
I am who I say I am.
Who I am is difficult,
Is different,
Is odd.
I am who I am!
And I like that,
But society doesn't.
We must live to...
The hissing and spitting.
The cold eyes.
The harsh words.
The barrier that won't be broken.
The cold flare.
The hard stare.
The purpled...
I hate endings.
Everyone leaving
Saying goodbye.
I might not see you again.
Can we skip goodbyes
And go straight to hello?
Can we say...