Clovers and nails by Grace-May Hansen (17, Northern California)

​I search for four leaves,
the luck I will need
For I fear life itself,
 
I wish you to pay no heed.

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Tough as the nails,
that I spit through my teeth
Weak as the love that somehow I still need.
 
I am nothing but a pile of bones-
A cold heap on the floor.
 
Your words make me small,
you told me not to wait for a call.
 
My head pounds and my eyes leak,
I didn't know someone could make me so weak.
 
I can’t find it in me to rise and continue on,
Your words stab me deepest once you have gone.
 
My eyes hurt to open
My eyes hurt to close
 
I hope that you're sorry, I suppose it shows.
 
 
​Grace-May Hansen is from Northern California, she is 17 years old. Grace-May is Arts and Culture section editor for her school newspaper and her poetry has been published on Teen Ink and Turtle Way.