Poem 1

I was 11 years old when I wrote this.


Absolutely Not Dedicated to Anyone
Stop, thief.
You've stolen my heart
And I need it back.
Stop, thief.
You've taken my breath away
But I'm suffocating, so please return it.
Stop, thief.
You've made me deaf to everything  else
But people don't like it when I ignore them.
Please, my senses are essential, and no longer on loan.
Stop, thief.
You've told me to hold on,
You've told me your secrets,
You've made me promise to ridiculous things.
Guess what?
My hands are sore and you never told me what to hang on to,
So I'm letting go,
Shattering my promises,
Screaming your secrets to the world.