spring dance
the spring dance is approaching
i don't have a date
i can see the sun frowning at me
and the clouds pointing and laughing
i duck my head and wince
i'm a fucking weirdo.
nobody would want to go to a dance
with the band nerd
who doesn't have an interest in boys
like the rest of the girls do
why am i so different?
why can't i just be fucking normal?
normality isn't something i acquire
when i get to school
and slide into my desk
she's already seated next to me
her face glowing like always
do you have a date to the spring dance?
she asks me
i shake my head no
she smiles
neither do i
we should go as friends.
i agree.
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starlight ✷ ronance
Fanfictionronance. in which robin buckley writes poems about nancy wheeler.
