Dedicated to:
Jordan Rose Nelson
Nael Hammou
Allison Masoud
And Lawson Born
~ May you forever be the best of us.
We knew we'd be the ones to leave
Leave before the rest of them
Not because we were there before them
But because we joined after them
And you knew who they were
The miscellaneous group
The group that had no rhyme or reason to belong with each other the way they did
They didn't share commonality
Besides the fact that their souls were older than ours
They didn't belong in the same friend group
And yet their bonds were stronger than a child's desire for attention
They didn't ever seem to be important
Until you looked at their feeds years after you left
You look at their stories and posts thinking that
They never flaunted their wealth like the rest of us do
Or showcased the views of the cities below them
All you see is the sparkle in their eyes from the simple moments they live
The genuine imperfections of life written onto those photos
They didn't pose for the pictures
The setting is whatever was there
And you'd think they'd be the ones to have the most to display
Don't get me wrong, they definitely do
But unlike the rest of us
They were sincere
They lived in the moment
They wore real smiles like how we now wear our opinions
Sometimes proud
Others shameful
Repetitive
Passing
Their smiles were rare though
The genuine smiles I mean
The smiles that only came out when they were with each other
Not a friend group, but a family.
Then they'd return to their cliques
Turn their attention to something else
Making their smiles disappear
So did they hate us then?
No it wasn't hate
Hate is taught
No one taught us hate
They were exhausted by us
We tired their old souls
With the lies and games we played
Their patience wore thin with the drama and false narratives we'd create
And they couldn't keep up with all the experiences we'd relentlessly post
They got tired of listening to our fake rambling
The inauthenticity bled through our words and clothes and actions
Bleeding our wallets dry till we left
They must've been so relieved
They clearly were.
Are.
We kept them from each other
We divided the pure
And now that we're gone
I wonder what they say
They're living their lives
With smiles on their faces
As we have no more to flaunt
We don't know how to capture the simple joys
Little smiles
Authenticity
We have nothing going for us anymore
I wonder if they can see it
Because they were always the best of us
YOU ARE READING
My Unofficial Truths
PoetryI write poetry. So you're good? I didn't say that. I write poetry. So you can rhyme? I don't always. I write poetry. So you tell stories? Every time.
