"Poetry"

I

I'm an annoying person.

I confess.

I like talking.

Im weird.

I like worms.

I don't have social anxiety.

and she was.

the opposite.

quiet.

never even talked.

she just sat there listening to music.

she likes to listen to me talk.

she would take her headphones off when i sit with her.

she didn't mind my physical touches.

I loved her for that.

she loved the color blue and I loved white.

she was amazing.

different but were a good duo.

she never vent to anyone else but me.

It was like a trophy.

I would wear a blue shirt while she wore white so we'd match.

we would hang out in her house.

she had supportive parents so I never really worried if i caught feelings for her.

we went to my grandpas dandelion field.

the flowers white and the sky blue.

we were rolling around and i would chase her with a worm.

I made a dandelion crown for her and she made a grass bracelet.

she was like a new type of flower.

more beautiful than any flower though.

I wrote a tiny poem for her while we sat on the grass.

"I was a seed that never grew.

you're a beautiful flower which reached my view.

nothing in common they would say

yet were planted on the same root willing to stay."

she liked it, even wanting to tattoo it on her hand.

she was too sweet for a tattoo.

we laughed and fell asleep on the fields.

I carried her to my car and we drove home.

I didnt see her for a couple of weeks.

she did tell me they would be going on a roadtrip so it was alright.

I went to school normally.

I missed her though.

she wouldn't just leave without telling me.

A few days later I received a text from her family.

I was so happy.

I also found out my parents were coming.

It was a welcome back party for her.

we arrived and I saw her wearing white.

I was wearing blue.

I ran up to her and hugged her.

I didnt want to let go.

It's been so long.

my parents had to pull me away.

I was begging them to let me go.

I wanted to hug her.

just one last time.

I stood there watching as they closed her casket.