A collection of angsty poems I have lying around. 

I could still bloom…
Every flower I’ve known so far has done it.
They shake their petals with pride,
They tell their stories
pull themselves together and bare their faces to the sun.

I know whole fields of them,
Lilac and golden sunflowers, cradles of bluebells and peonies
Cascades of nurturing Lilies and proud Roses
A cacophony of colors just dissonant enough to be a lullaby.

They show me their stems and early leaves,
A harmony of scars that protect the seeds inside.

I have been a bud for a long time
Everyone else seems to stand tall and strong without winding up a trellis,
They don’t need constant support to bloom.
They let their petals sway in the wind without a care of loosing them.
I yearn for the rays of the sun,
But wither under the heat.

There was a boy—
I thought he was the sun, 
I let him make me scorched earth. 
He moved on to new land. 

There was a boy—
I thought he was a constellation, 
He told me we would have so much time together
that he could trace galaxies in between every freckle on my cheek. 
But stars can only be seen at night. 

There was a boy—
I thought he was the moon. 
I watched him go through his phases, 
and was shattered by a stranger
who bore his craters. 

There was a boy—
I thought he was an asteroid. 
He orbited around me while promising he’d get closer, 
before circling off to some other planet. 

There was a boy— 
I thought he was a distant planet, 
before I realized that he was an airplane. 
Although we aren’t of the same metal, 
he always returns home to me.

There was a girl—
who learned she was her own star. 
She put away her telescope, 
She was done mapping the sky.