Part 2// Should I Laugh? At The Joke My Life Has Become, Or Should I Cry? For All The Times I Wished

Part 2// Should I laugh? At the joke my life has become, Or should I cry? For all the times I wished you were back. ~ A.G.

Don’t wish them back, hon. They’re not worth it.

Hi! So um sending my "poetry" to you makes me really happy and i kinda feel validated so thank you for reading and posting all of my crappy stuff. Ily. ~ A.G.

This makes me so happy! I really enjoy seeing your writing in my inbox. I get all giddy, tbh. It’s not crappy and that’s final. Haha ily too!

P.S. keep sending me poetry!

-Erica

“I could stare into your eyes

all night long because they

shine like newborn stars

greeting the mystic universe

for the first time,

but mine are the blackholes

that blend into the dark

and suppress any light

that lamentably streams by.”

   -EL

“It’s the middle of the night

and I’m topless

and paranoid as my mind

begins to wander more

than your profane hands

on my flesh. You forage

for a light source

to swathe yourself

from the ominous nightfall

since you’re afraid

of the dark, but darling

try to understand,

it’s my solace.”

   -EL

“Hang a For Sale sign

on my brain because I don’t

want it; it cannot house

me anymore than cotton

protects flesh from rain.

Post an Out of Order sign

on my brain because I can’t

function anymore; it does

not glimmer like the

strand of Christmas lights

with the one broken bulb.

Nail a Beware sign

on my brain because it

destroys; it’s the hurricane

tsunami headed straight

toward the glass city.”

   -EL

“The world told her

she was like a butterfly–

beautiful and free–

but she misconceived

and tried to soar,

so off the cliff

she leaped.”

   -EL