A Honest Poem. From Me: For You:

I come from a cookie cutter family. Where mom works too late, my brothers don't use their table manners, and somewhere in the mix there are even some daddy issues... I don't have a sister so I guess that's were I fit in... 

I can't sing and I never learned how to play the piano. I heard the Killers for the first time in 4th grade and they are still my favorite band.

I look in the mirror a lot. 11% of the time its because I think I have something in teeth. 89% of the time its because I am searching for the beauty in my reflection the everyone else seems to see but me. And I've forgotten what it was like to never wear make-up...

I have never been in love but, I am crazy for the boy with the crooked smile that dances to his own beat. 

I go to church every Sunday and hear the same holy words that I've heard for 17 years of my life. And every Sunday, those words pierce my fickle heart. But, I haven't read my scriptures in awhile. I figure its because I have a to do list a 100 miles long and never trying, usually come before doing anything ambitious.

I have pockets full of secrets and I am neck deep with regrets.

My bones are shaking and I have butterflies in my stomach. That's how I know that all of this is real.

There's not much left to say but, here I am. Take me if you can.

-Darla Roe

Please, don't let me forget

I remember grandma's back yard. With the orange and blue slide and the witch my cousin and I thought lived in the bush on the side of the house. Someone else lives there now and they've let the grass die.

I remember when the sound of my mom drawing a bath helped me to fall asleep and delilah was still on the radio.

I remember when my mom took us driving through the canyon on a Sunday afternoon. There was a thunderstorm outside and we were listening to Enya. That was the day I fell in love with nature.

I remember the first time I got a black eye. A boy threw a rock at my face and it hit my eye. That was the day I learned that boys can be cruel.

I remember grandpa giving out bags of Doritos for halloween because he used to be a truck driver for Frido Lay. He still works a lot and he still drives trucks. 

I remember my brother and I building a fort in our room. We would sit in it and watch the Bernie Mac show when it was way passed our bed time. We don't get along anymore and we always fight over car keys and the T.V remote.

I remember the three different schools I went to for second grade, And I remember why.

I remember the first boy I had a crush on. His name was Derek. He had one ear piercing,frosted tips in his long brown hair and he always wore black. I wouldn't let myself date a guy like that now...

I remember hating my neighbor after seeing him with another woman. And I remember the neighbor girl who I used to play with. She lied a lot and ate her hair. Well, She's a model now and cheer captain at her high school. 

I remember when my mom was depressed. Always sleeping and never wanting to go to church. Im afraid of ending up they way she was. I remember the day she met my step dad and the day they got married. She's happy now.

 Oh, I remember.

I remember it all...

And I don't want to forget.