Poem Written Age 16 (Edited)

I know I’ve never said a thing;
You maybe think I dumb.
But when you sit down next to me
I go completely numb.

My stupid jeans beside you, here
Inside this shopping mall:
It’s like your “here-ness” fills the room
And I’m not here
At all

The Forgotten Sense

Super Sensitive

If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?

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I would give up my sense of direction
To have a better sense of fashion

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Super Sensitive.”