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walk the line
My turn
I’m going to
spin the bottle
no one ever even noticed me
in High School
our first kiss
needs to be perfect
you don’t get a redo
Thursday 17th October 2024 10:58 pm
First and Last
I last saw your face, on the last day of school
I spent many a year just playing the fool
My heart it still wanders to hot Sumner days
I remember your feel in passionate haze
Your hand in mine, the feeling so light
As hot teenage passion develops at night.
Innocence lost at the hands of a boy
Your cheeks shone rosy, your smile so coy
Inseparable, strong, an eternal bond
I last saw...
Sunday 14th April 2024 8:44 pm
scattered constellations
the walls are crashing,
my head is banging,
I hear them in the back laughing,
my pants too big,
my stomach too chunky,
why should I care?
I don't compare to the accepted chicks,
the ones with perfect hips,
straight teeth, clear skin,
I have jagged fingertips,
my cheeks are bare,
my lashes staggered,
all my feelings are shattered,
why would he choose me?
he would never choose me,
th...
Tuesday 2nd April 2024 5:05 pm
This One Is For Every Friendship Lost
It’s hard to look at pictures of me from high school
You’re in all of the stories
The prom after-party, beside me in chorus
And now we don’t speak.
But if you called
I wouldn’t hesitate to pick up the phone
Drive anywhere you needed me
But we don’t need each other anymore, do we?
You could say that I missed too much
You and he are no longer together
You were so many ...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 11:26 pm
don't burn.
to you,
i am nothing.
every memory
every laugh
every smile
every tear
every mistake
every argument
every compliment
is nothing.
i could never compare
to weed
according to you.
i could never compare
to autism and down syndrome jokes
according to you.
my love for you
the fact that you're my best friend
the things you've help...
Sunday 19th November 2017 1:18 am
The Somewhere: Bricks and Cement
Fuck.
Shit.
God Damnit.
Why can't you just look and see me?
Well.
I know you can.
Kinda Sorta.
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.
The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.
Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
Someone.
She was new in school, I think.
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Pretty outgoing....
Thursday 19th October 2017 4:16 am
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