She fell in love. A lot. Try as she might, she could never outrun love. It came in waves, but came nonetheless - forever crashing to her shores and then running from her open arms.
Struggle is a word that some know all to well. Join a young girl on her journey with her multiple struggles that begins with the death of a loved one and ends with the realization that struggles are stepping stones to better things.
The thing about growing up is that you never really stop growing up. It's constant - continuous. It's difficult in a way that nothing else is. It doesn't get any easier whether you're seven, seventeen, or seventy. How to (not) adult. Both can be found here.
These poems are not organized in a linear fashion. Some of the last poems happened first, some of the first poems happened last, and some of the contradicting poems happened all at once. However, I figured this organization of it might be a bit easier to digest. You're welcome.