People are sometimes fearful.

We went from being friends to being foes.

You don’t care at all.

You could hear your own heart pounding.

They really should have thought twice about sticking us all in the same fifth period.

N/A.

A poem dedicated to the women who have fallen victim to abusive, careless, heartless, gutless men.

We have both fallen deeply in love.

Sonnet IV.

Things went so crazy.