In the dark embrace
of a quiet bedroom,
a girl is weeping,
sobs muffled by her pillow.
Her heart in tatters,
she pieces the remains
all wrong,
and is left with a bigger mess than she started with.
Tears slide down acne bitten cheeks,
and she whispers,
"Where did I go wrong?"
Nothing is right,
up is now down,
north turned into south.
her life is a snow globe:
Picked up by unfriendly hands,
tossed and shaken about.
The blizzard has blinded her eyes,
and she stumbles alone through the storm.
Cold and alone
a girl is haunted by the face of her love.
He cannot be hers
Even though she needs him.
Hurting him once,
twice was bad enough.
Thrice would be too much
for a human soul to bare.
She finally comes to terms
with being single.
Serious relationships are overrated,
when one wants to have fun
in high school.
