And I know, it's fun to pretend

In my house,

you need to shout to be heard.
Shout and repeat yourself many times.
Many. Many. Many times.

Sometimes I love how messy my house is

sometimes, everyone here just makes me want to scream.
Scream.

I can't deal with the constant "heated debates"
How my sister is aggressive with everything she says

my father is snide and rude

and my mother is intolerant.

Ee & I used to drink rootbeer whenever we were down.
"Ee, I failed my precal test"
"Aww honey. Rootbeer run?"
"Absolutely"
It's interesting, I think.
It was our beer. Our pot. Our de-stress.
I try not to drink it without her now

How does my heart feel,

in your hands?

I shouldn't have gotten so close.
Shouldn't have let you in.

I didn't want to care so much. I should have disconnected while I had the chance.

But, now this matters.
I wish this didn't matter.

Free falling

wishing I could fly
stars brushing my arms,

moon falling behind me,

accompanying my descent

Listen to music your best friend

loves, and you don't know.
It'll be alright.