April was the month of no lovers.
I sat alone in my room,
Watching reruns of my favourite old shows.
I didn't bother going outside,
It was all too gloomy.
Walking to classes by myself,
watching as people held hands with one another.
I cringed my books tighter against my body,
sitting down in the back of the class.
I started taking the bus back home.
Even though I only lived a good walking distance from the school,
they didnt seem to care.
Taking myself to the theatre,
buying myself treats,
I knew myself better than guy would.
Knowing what I wanted, I got them.
The rain kept on pouring every night.
I curled up in bed with my favourite stuffed animal,
a little piglet named Jimmy.
The whole month of April it was just Jimmy, the rain, and I.
YOU ARE READING
A Year
PoetryShort little love poem things that were inspired by my friend, Sejla. All story idea credit goes to her. This is the first time I am writing an actual poem story. So, please bear with me.
