Why I Write This Crappy Poem

I feel it is only important to give you a fair warning. This is what happens when you put my friends in a room, give them cupcakes, and then wait until 12:15 in the morning. It gets interesting. You know Maxine, Rupee, and Sophie. Now meet Claire and Chloe (they’re twins), Veronica, and Jude!

#emtional #trees

As I sit here tonight

with my friend group in my midst

I wonder why this poem sucks so much.

I see the faces that I will never see again

dank in the darkness and misery of the blackness of my cruel and dangerous life

EVERYTHING CHANGES WHEN THE FIRE NATION ATTACKS.

The warmth of crack. (Not the drug.)

I wish this moment could last forever.

SmIlE.

With only my deep emotions to guide me, and think:

Sexy, can I?