By Savannah Babiarz

I'm quite like a flower,

I lurk and cower,

I look up at you as if I was looking at a

 beautiful tower,

But it is very clear you hate me.

But you are what created me,

Not my body not my brain,

but my heart.

I watch as you dart,

Your heart begging to part.

But what about that day?

You told me you’d stay,

And I simply said ok.

And like normal I cower,

but you don't dare to say hey,

Knowing full well that's all I wanted you to say.

 You skip over the cards that need to be played.

I've said this 124 times and more,

all said the same all standing at the same door,

It makes me rot to my core.

I can't write anything else,

My heart pours out words chirping like birds.

I wanna share my words,

to millions of birds,

but they haven't heard yours.

as you lowered me into the endless pit

 that you call love.

I can't help but follow it,

knowing full well that it's a lie.

I could write paragraphs,

about how good our love is

But it’s a lie.

Just like the I love you

You had said while looking at the sky.

I couldn't help but sit here and cry,

Why would you lie?

I could look at you with desperation,

but you would still look at me,

 with no emotion.

I would ponder and wonder

what you would say if I died.

Though the choice was not my own,

I bear the weight.

A weight unknown.

my eyes linger for yours,

 missing the memories.

that drift like the morning mist.

I think about the words I never said,

a constant reminder of my regret.

Forgive me for this this tangled weight,

 for carrying the grief and fate,

 even if my hands are clear the burden of remorse is near.

The stories are countless torn in anguish and sorrow,

Across this land of dreams and pride were safeties promised,

 often denied.

 so many voices fall and heard their pleas and cries ignored,

Men turned their heads from truth.

For in this loud debate,

 where freedoms voice is often too late.

 the cries of woman echo still, a haunting plea a silent chill.

I tell you speak up,

make them listen.

Each day feels like a heavy muted trance.

In the empty corners of my mind,

 I searched for meaning I cannot find

The world spins around me.

I am adrift to see if despair,

wishing to escape.

Not to die but see if quieter softer sky.

To slowly retreat from endless pain.

I dream of endless paths to walk less known,

Full of distant lands where seeds has grown.

where I might find a spark, a trace.

of something that would give me a light.

My peace.

I see faces every day.

 yet I don't know what their hearts have gained

 the battles fought and behind your eyes.

 the silent tears, and intense cries.

And neither do you.

Wild horse there was a death sentence

 For each one's journeys their own with unseen trails.

so let me tend with was a gentle heart,

 and not from my change judgmental part.

 in empathy may I be found.

 A beacon on this common ground,

 for in each life both yours and mine,

 The question of purpose is still there.

And it doesn't matter how hard you fall,

And how tough life gets.

You still have a purpose.

Don't be scared to search for it.

love drifts generally through the day,

in the small moments where shadows play.

 a coffee shop down the street,

 where 2 hearts meet.

the cafe love in every sip

The old soul’s hands withered and worn.

 their gaze meet and love is reborn.

they sit and smile,

 the world grows still and shared silence.

 their hearts are fulfilled.

 years may pass but, in their eyes,

 loves eternal light never dies.

I thought it would be you,

a feeling too true.

But if you only knew,

that I really like you.

I hate the Internet so bad,

cause if we weren't far apart,

right now I would share the feelings I have.

You barely really know me,

you barely even see me.

Although you're in the same grade as me

 and go to the same school,

 i'll never muster up the courage,

to say how cool,

you look and sound.

and I can't help but stare.

At his hair darker than I've ever known,

darker than the void I hold.

 in my heart just for him.

He's in almost every single one of the my classes now,

and my heart is like glass now.

Because I still can't tell him about how,

His eyes are as dark as ink spilling across the night,

filling up the space in between us.

I think about him when the screen fades to back to black,

 when the call ends.

But we are always going to stay friends,

because his heart belongs…

not to me but one he'd wished to see,

More than me.

But I will still sit here and write anonymously,

To the boy that I wish could see,

how much he means to me.

It's quite obvious you see!

He just has to figure out who I might be.

People can hate so much

That they forget the other is human.

They forget how much stuff can be on there plate

Much more than the cake.

The cake I bake,

Just for the people I disagree with.

Not hate.

For one second I can blink and it's gone. 

And I can't help but think, 

About how people can miss think,

About what they write in ink. 

And they can't find the link, 

Between the ink and how I overthink. 

 I feel the breeze in my hair,

I am unable to feel despair.

I care about the birds and the trees,

and the things I see.

jumping in the grass,

Even more than a little puppy,

feeling happy at last.

i love how fast,

the dogs and cats,

play at last.

I smile at the plant and the bug,

Wanting too give them a hug.

I hate him so much,

I broke his heart,

Just because my own was breaking.

I knew he loved me,

Yet I pushed him away.

I projected my anger,

My hurt, my confusion,

Onto him, unfairly,

It was my own insecurities,

My own fears and flaws.

I lashed out at him,

For things he never did.

I punished him for loving me,

For being too good, too kind.

I want to be with you all day and all night,

 I want to hold you close, to feel your warmth so tight.

I cling to you like a vine to a tree,

I can't help it, it's just the way I want to be.

I want to be wrapped in your arms forever,

To feel your love, to be lost in this endeavor.

I know I may seem clingy, but it's just my way,

Of showing you how much I love you every single day.

I want to be your everything, your one and only,

To be the light in your darkness, the warmth in your loneliness.

I want to be the one you turn to when times are tough,

To hold you close and show you that you are enough.

I want to be the one you can count on, to keep you safe and warm.

So please forgive my clinginess, my need to be near,

For when I'm with you, I have nothing to fear.

I love you more than words can say,

I’m sorry I stay.

I hate you,

 I hate your hair,

 I hate the way you talk to me,

 I hate your glare.

I hate the way you made me feel weak,

you never stopped your stare,

you never told me you hated me.

but you could tell there was pain in me,

you chose to walk away.

 to leave me be.

You knew.

So yes, I do hate you.

I want you to come up to me and say wow.

I get that I am loud,

 and annoying at times

but I just want you to be proud.

to tell me I did a good job,

I wanted you to say it loud,

I want you to be proud.

in front of a crowd,

it was always my foolishness,

maybe that was why you weren't proud.

March March with false pride,

March March for the lies,

March March to die.

Alone under the bridge,

Rain falling in a gentle rhythm,

Echoing my heart's sorrow.

The empty streets are my only company.

As I lay huddled, seeking shelter.

From the constant downpour above,

Silent tears mix with raindrops.

Lost in the vast expanse of solitude,

I watch as they merge and disappear,

My thoughts drift like clouds.

Rootless, adrift in a sea of gray

Yearning for connection, for warmth

But all I find is cold indifference.

In this desolate place where time stands still,

And loneliness becomes my only companion.

The sound of the rain.

Drowning out any semblance of hope,

Leaving me stranded in this watery purgatory.

Under the bridge, I am invisible.

In a world of words, I often stumble.

sentences crumble a daily fight,

and my sentences are never quite right,

but I can’t help but still fight.

Reading pages filled with confusion.

Words dancing in a wild illusion,

But through the haze.

beauty in unexpected ways,

Spelling errors may abound,

For in poetry, there are no rules.

But still writing is cruel,

It leaves me a fool,

Dyslexia may trip me up sometimes,

But it cannot dim these pathetic and poetic rhymes…

I’m done.

I can’t stand it,

Your words are ALWAYS,

 back handed.

I can’t act like I can handle this.

Leaving behind a trail of red.

I try to numb the pain within,

But it never truly leaves my head.

Each cut, each slice,

A temporary release.

But the emptiness still suffices,

And I'm left with no peace.

The blood drips down my arm,

A crimson reminder of my despair.

No amount of harm

Can take away this burden I bear.

I thought it would get better

If only for a moment in time.

lies

But I'm still tethered to this letter

Of self-hate and self-crime.

When all my thoughts take flight,

I feel a darkness creeping in,

A battle that I cannot win.

My mind is a battlefield, a warzone,

Filled with whispers and voices,

Telling me I'm not good enough,

That I deserve all this stuff.

I am not a thing to be played.

I don’t sing or dance well,

But I promise my heart will.

My heart may be broken,

but I will pick up every

peace and fix it just for you.

It might be battered and bruised,

but everything I say and do

 will still be true.

I'll do anything I can do.

Just so I can love you.

By savannah.m.babiarz

And I don’t have a car.

But I promise I will find you.

I will find you in the dark,

I will.

Just hold still,

I’ll be there.

I promise I care.

nothing more.

i need a detour,

much more then before.

i can't believe,

that what was said is true.

i thought i knew you,

yet i just saw through you.

none of my messages got to you.

and now that i know the new you,

i dont wanna be near you.

come home, for the people inside unknown.

yet all these people have a home.

you are never fully alone.

there will always be the house across the street, full of new people to meet.

just wait till you see it.