Little Love

Little boy made her cry
She knows it's not his fault
But blame can be a fickle thing,
And indecision, an assault.
She's lost all her rationals
- Swallowed by her senses.
Gaps of logic nestled between
Slats of white-picket fences.
Silly girl tried to jump
He didn't know she fell
He's not the sort to play the hero,
And she's not the type to dwell.
Let him go and he'll come back
- A proverb rarely proven true.
He's not running, he's not hiding
There's just nothing there to pursue.

I stand

(Written for English class. Contrived? Probably. But the teacher hated it, so I'm obligated to post.)

Alike and separate,
Cracked and whole,
I stand
among them, and they
They see and they nod.
Reject,
scorn,
exile; take your name.
And so I sit.
The others purse lips,
but they,
They see and they nod.
Accept,
admire,
embrace; choose your poison.
Now, holding power
they goad
With respect and praise
To stand and
to fall.
Struggle against the force
of my own brutalities, and they,
They see and they laugh.
Fruitless,
lost,
barren; give up your vision.
Empty and ignorant,
I stand
and start to walk
Among them and between them
Around them and through them.
They see, and they stare
from their seats upon the ground.
But I do not notice
their eyes
Far below
my line of vision.