Friendship. Poems

Letter to the girls in the same building

i was seven the day they knocked —
“can we play with the spanish girls?”
yaphia and tarita,
smiling like the sun outside our door.
mama laughed,
said “spanish girls?”
because yaphia’s father was puerto rican too.
and that was the start -
the start of everything.
we held each other like secrets -
first periods, first kisses, first heartbreaks,
all the firsts we whispered into

Same Building

we came up same building,
same busted elevator, same rumors in the walls —
three girls stacked on top of each other
like secrets whispered through radiator pipes.
6S - she’s half rican, half black,
but don’t call her half - she all attitude,
dark skin glowing when she laughs too loud,
hips slick like she dancing with nobody’s permission.
5E - 5’1

Afterglow

We are light and noise when we are together,
A world of shared laughter, forgetting the weather.
Your presence is sunlight, a warm, golden glow,
Where the smiles on our faces have nowhere to go.

The jokes and the stories, the carefree embrace,
Leave no room for shadows or sorrow to trace.
For hours, we exist in a bright, vivid hue,
Two

Not Enough

I told you to be careful, but my words were made of dust,
Blown away by a new face, a shallow, fleeting trust.
I saw the red flags waving, the warnings in his smile,
But you waved them all away and stayed with him a while.

Then a week passed by in silence, a space where we once stood,
Until

Poetess Becca Teagan

I thought of you today and shed a tear
remembering the poems that we shared
and though at times we fought 'twas always clear
that in the end the two of us still cared

the Soup at times can be a fickle beast
not always sure who is a friend or clown
and though attacks and insults rarely ceased
we had each

paradox

I felt very distant from you,
But I couldn't be remote from you,
Why? I don't know
But this is not comfortable.
But also seeing someone else 
Watching you, crushing on you,
I feel jealous, but I shouldn't.
But now, you are in my life,
 I can't change it.
I tried to stop talking to you, but couldn't.
Even if I understand you,

Josephine

Jovial, always had a smile.
Outgoing personality, and a friend to many.
Sincere person who cared for others.
Empathetic towards anyone in distress.
Patriotic, loved this country and respected the flag.
Honesty was one of her trademarks.
Inspiring others was her forte.
Native of this country but of Lebanese descent. 
Educated and had a lifelong elementary teaching career.

Why did we stop talking?

How… how did it get like this?
Why… did we stop talking?
After a time… I stopped trying.
You… you… you were very tired to try.
No one did.

And… a friendship… that… no one acknowledged, but we acknowledged—
now doesn’t exist.
Exists… but…
I’m not the same person you talk to.

It was not love.
It was attachment to a person.
That laugh… that conversation…

is this even poetry anymore

i tried to end it all last night
i failed, obviously
it's so crazy to me how life goes on
when it almost didn't
i talked to my friends today
laughed with them
smiled as if everything was normal
but i doubt they could tell anything was off
i even hung out with a friend
and i love to hang out with her but
i

The Journey Home

Just one pint in a cosy warm pub
Keep us away from the family we love

Just one more pint - the evening won’t end
The time you have a laugh with a friend

Just one more pint, a pint between mates
Talking about all our trophies and mistakes

Just one more pint, A pint for the road.
We start talking about

you were almost my savior

i'm at the bottom of the ocean
forty feet down
stones tied to my feet
trapped
i'm drowning
air in my lungs
can't breathe
suffocating
vision going black
i feel you
your hands grab me
pulling my up
saving me
thirty feet down
there's hope
a sliver of it
i'm almost gone but
maybe we'll make it in time
twenty feet down
you're still holding on tightly
i trust you now
you'll bring me to the

this isn't actually about flowers

i'm a small flower
a seed gifted to you by the universe 
meant to grow under your care
flourish
people don't like getting seeds
they don't want to plant them
to care for them
to be responsible 
they'd rather have a fully grown flower
no work, easy
put water in a vase, leave it to wilt
slowly watching it die
only watching 
not interacting
as life

My Unknown Lover

In slumber's realm, you visit me each night,
A mystical presence, a guiding light.
Though unseen, your essence I behold,
A guardian angel, watching over my soul.

With every dream, our bond takes flight,
A connection deep, a love so bright.
I know we're destined, meant to be,
Two hearts entwined, a love yet to see.

The day we meet, my heart will

i hope you never stop singing

a songbird beloved who moves with intention
   will find themselves in times of trouble 
   mother mary on their bustier—
   a sight for those with the privilege to see.

stands on a paddleboard oaring towards me.

embodies a world full of pain in their bones 
   and their muscles

seeds

i keep watering seeds i know will never grow
i give every seed a chance at life
never giving up on them
even if i can see so very clearly
they won't live
at least not long enough to bear crops
i feed and feed and feed
running myself dry just to water you
i'm almost out of water
but i'll use my last

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