friend request // margaret reynolds

You tried to add me twice today, And I laughed

Because who do you think you are Erasing the past with a click of a button You, e victim, And I am the evil monster, Because you, oh innocent one turned all the people I hoped would be my friends into walls of ice, Who ignored me, Because you spread lies, at’s all you do, I see your patterns now, Now that I’ve escaped your claws, You want everything you cannot have, People you don’t like, status, people who don’t like you, Because you have this ridiculous need to win, And I feel sorry for you, Because you are pathetic, You really are, You are a worm.

And to the non-contextualized eye I must seem harsh, But you, e nameless one, e victim, Oh,

You know who you are, I tried to be unfeeling, Uncaring, But I’m over it, I’m over you, You are a worm, You hurt me, But I’m over all of this, And I’m never adding you back.

broken crayons still color // ariel abernathy

If broken crayons still color, then why is my picture so dull?

If broken crayons still color, then why is my picture so dull?

e tip isn’t so sharp because the inside went dark.

e tip isn’t so sharp because the inside went dark.

No life to keep it going which is why the color stopped owing.

No life to keep it going which is why the color stopped owing.

If broken crayons still color, then why is my picture still grey?

If broken crayons still color, then why is my picture still grey?

No blue to light up my sky or show the tears I continue to cry.

No blue to light up my sky or show the tears I continue to cry.

Broken crayons don’t color because if they did, I’d have a masterpiece.

Broken crayons don’t color because if they did, I’d have a masterpiece.

A sketch perfectly cra ed from every broken piece in my box.

A sketch perfectly cra ed from every broken piece in my box.

But the shadows of grey infect me like itchy chicken pox.

If broken crayons still colored, I’d be the next Van Gogh.

But the shadows of grey infect me like itchy chicken pox.

If broken crayons still colored, I’d be the next Van Gogh.

Every stroke would shine bright. But if all my crayons are broken, is being a struggling artist still worth the ght?

Every stroke would shine bright.