Young Writers Society

for callie
*cute*

because you have spent the larger portion of your life
praying and scrambling
and because you have seen so many
smallchildrenrunningthroughyourmindfalling
you don’t know what to do
anymore

*all right, she sees small children falling...she prays...well written, flows nicely*

i keep sitting here
chewing my nails
not knowing what to do
and i know i love you
but i can’t say it
i can only sit here and
chew my nails and know that i love you
and feel like a fucktard ---RETARD? do you mean?
or i could
scream cry stare laugh hysterical laugh pout sulk deny deny it faint stamp slam hit wail walk run drive away

*A jumble of words put together unevenly. the profanity doesn’t help this at all*

words no longer mean
what you thought they did
or anything
at all

*why not?*

and you’re in your room
holding a knife to your throat ---OOOH??? nnnnoooooooo.....
because you are so lost and hurt and confused *???? wants to say something but can’t*
and you don’t know
what to do but
whine hate shout regress drink drugs walk weep run jump drive fire away. *again, a jumble of words*

apparently
i have broken your heart
over and over
and i wonder how many times
a heart can be broken
before it snaps in two
and collides with your innards

*This stanza is perfect. So much better than the others. I love it, and it’s just...beautiful. Don’t change it*

I guess we’ll find out.

Wow. Strong ending. The end is way better than the rest. Not your best, Brad.