So today June 7th, I just finished my first year in high school as a high school freshman. Of course, seniors graduated and even though there were no seniors that I was necessarily best friends with or anything like that, these past few days have been more than emotional. I wrote a couple poems about two specific seniors that I encountered a lot during my first year of high school so here they go.
I pray that none of them ever see this but I'll still use names because why not? So James and Jaylen if you ever see this... don't mention it (like actually, please never mention this a day in your lives).
James:
I was going to mesh a couple of haikus into all one poem but I didn't like them so ultimately, I decided on just keeping them individual.
For James:
Much regret in not
getting to know you. Now I
won't see you again
How can I barely
know someone, yet their exit
showers me with grief?
No daily sightings
no more. All I have left is
a portrait of you
*fun fact I wrote these after crying in my school library because he gave me his senior portrait lolz*
Ode to Jaylen:
Mock trial
the place where we first
met.
I'd be a liar if I said
I remember how I became
aware of your existence
but it's more than reasonable to assume
someone
called out to a
"Jaylyn"
I probably looked up from
analyzing the case or
talking to my co-counsel or
whatever.
Probably looked around,
realized no was talking to me
looked back down,
and felt stupid.
We weren't close. I'm not
going
to rewrite history.
The only interactions of us I remember
is me showing you
my cross-examination and
you telling me about APUSH and APStat and
you waving to me
from your car and. and
nothing else.
The purpose
in writing all of this
isn't
to pretend like we were friends or
say how much I'll miss
you
(even though I will) or
even be overly sentimental when we
barely
knew
each other.
It's simply for me to say
this:
I carry regret the size of
boulders
in not
knowing you or
attempting to get closer
with
you
You're moving on with
your life
I'm still stuck here
for three
more
years.
We'll probably never see each
other again. And I'm sorry
for not getting to know you and
being a closed book and
never allowing people to
turn
my
pages.
YOU ARE READING
Bad Poems
PoetryThis is probably gonna turn into a book full of feelings, negativity, and stupid poems half of these jawns was written when i first got into poetry so ntm 🙃
