kind of b shaped poem.

watching birds fight over tree branches
while my grades slip, my hair is longer
than the oldest tree alive. my feelings
are my own, i can cry when butterflies
die. i am aloud to yell, when i want.
my heart belongs to everyone out
there that knows what true love is.
my heart belongs to all the loners
that don't think they're good enough.
we can create the life we live as
much as we create our worlds.
the roses may not be red here, but
that doesn't stop him. oval shaped
eyes remind me of ravioli. and my
cat knows my secret. you can come
and visit ma and i, before she dies.
and before my brain melts away
into the suffocating space.