Do you know what it's like 

not to know how to ride a bike?

For a two-wheeled monstrosity 

to have such control over you

My relatives ask, "when are you going to ride a bike?"

It never ends

To be told, "grow up." 

Simply because no one taught you

To want to ride with trainer wheels 

But realize that's too ridiculous in itself

It never ends

We have cars now, I say as a rebuttal

Only to have my friends say, "Be Sporty."

It never ends

What are you afraid of? 

Falling.

I fell once before

and dangled atop my despair.

never-ending crying and grieving 

bottomless were the puddles 

incessant were the marks 

bulleted across his skull

cancer on a leo, how bizarre 

August turned to April 

and it wasn't just his head that was scarred 

separated through quarantine 

talking for hours 

favorite part of my routine 

laughing all the time, exposing all the tea

days spent with glee

wishing cancer would set him free 

progressing on his spine 

worries loamed all the time 

wheelchairs, disabilities, unfairness 

4% of cancer donations to kids 

how is it fair he did not get to live?

shiny was the casket

never saying goodbye 

even though I never said hello

for our favorite word to be 'pause'

but life kept going 

for a no-signal shirt filled with strong emotions 

 but never worn after that day 

My wound is still there 

even if in the mirror, there is no glare

when i screamed life isn't fair 

it was my friend who was no longer there

It never ends.