it was a day
dont remember what kind
but it was after an art day
(we had taken a break on
mural and were working on
separate competition pieces)
i was riding the bus
which wasnt there yet
so i walked with Anthony
and we talked
he would only be real
when no one was around
a topic got brought up
i dont remember how
but he liked someone
i asked who
and without answering
he jumped on his bike
and rode away
into the sunset
like the little gay cowboy he was
i had friends at this point
and we had our own
little group at lunch
Me, The Dancer, and The Llama
asked question after question
it had become a game
clue after clue
messy misdirection
The Dancer named her Amanda
and one question was
always stuck in our brain
"Who the fuck is Amanda?"
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Regarding Him
Poesia-I hated him. Now he's my best friend. And I accidentally fell in love with him.- -----Regarding Him is that story, watch my dramatic ass as i cry way too much. Hate me, love me, laugh at me, cry with me, maybe even find yourself in me. Whatever you...
