Your words come in start and stop formation
Around my ears and I
Can bringmyself to
Tears knowing that you
Won't touch my arm or
Smile
I'mfeeling small but I can't hide
Behind the coat rack because
I've grown pastfour feet and five inches and
You won't say coherent sentences but
Youspeak enough words to
Make me sit still
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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