1 year later Skyler stood at the doors with a grin on their face and the suit from I Write Sins Not Tragedies because ‘it's their wedding and why not.’ Finally, it's time. Skyler's nana and gramps file up the aisle, wondering where Lavender's grandparents are, then the parents, wondering the same. Skyler makes their…
Point A
We are more then a midsummer dream, I swear. We are more then what I have left- a green shirt with an inside joke that washed off too easily one blurry photo a longer-then-it-should-have been note in the pen that never smudged We are something too big to hold. Tapping morse code of our own…
Florists are Gay
Two girls, both struggling to find their way in the world. They meet one night and find they have more in common than they thought.
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A poem I wrote after I was broken up with by my best friend
When You Wish Upon a Star Ch. 14
Skyler had a full day planned out. First, a movie, then we go to a bowling alley and arcade, then an escape room, and then we have a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant, and after dinner, we take a walk and go stargazing. Then… oh, god… I'm nervous. ***** come to my house @…
Buried in the sand
To say I love you no longer matters My family wouldn't approve anyway For girls and girls shall not lie together But that doesn't matter, not today I smell the ocean fresh air salty water I remember your past and the other girls put to slaughter I've been waiting for someone like you all my…
to the dresses in my closet
How are you? Besides frilly and heavily gendered, I mean. We've known each other a while, Ever since my aunt declared I would look simply darling In pink with ringlets And I wondered why someone Would ever want to be darling When you could be witty. Even though you're just a piece of cloth, I…
When You Wish Upon a Star Ch. 13
Meanwhile, down on Earth, Skyler was getting ready for the plan. They were going to teleport up into the ship and save Lavender. They had taken martial arts classes a few times and was decent at it. Press and think. I want to go to my Lavender. They forced their shaking hand onto the button.…
A Collection of Poems
remembering your wings my fairy wings grew in between my shoulder blades sprouting from skin like a tulip pushing itself up from its bulb into the fresh air of the spinning world. nail clippers and scissors are not strong enough to trim wings never enough to make you forget that your petals and hands and…
old pennies
Denim shorts smell like old pennies when they're soaked in rainwater. The room smells too clean to have me up on the stage, dripping wet, in front of thirty people Forming a puddle on the dull scratched black of the stage Old pennies and wildflowers and soap and damp skin I press my face into…
