kassaundrajoan

I can’t see myself without a caveat I don’t like when I’m not alone It’s hurting me to interact I don’t like others because I used to like others I had this pure idea of how I should treat them and how they should treat me I saw smiles and thank yous and good intentions When I finally had a friend, I wasn’t allowed to see him Then when I did it anyway, he mocked me When in seventh grade I bent down to help an upset fourth grader up, and a teacher grabbed me by the shoulder and said no At a party after high school I told someone what I feared and was greeted with a sweeping “Whatever, th

The sky was so blinding That for some reason she had no idea That her worries were valid If she voiced her steps Swayed through words If the sun was bright it wouldn't burn It was a flash of remorse As bones fractured The sky was so blinding That him taking her hand Felt comforting As if that was his plan To let that shooting pain not become of her What it did of him It was molasses The way that comfort set in And an explosion when it burnt out The sky was so blinding That even as he was saying weeks of goodbyes She felt the inclination to follow As if he still wanted her As if his fire ran on ash Caught in a mental trance A fox coaxed f