Blue moon
"You know I hate you right" he muttered
"Yeah I know" I say
We sit far apart
In the grass under the blue moon
Keeping a distance for our own sake
He had short blonde hair and freckles
I hate his freckles and short blonde hair
Just like he hates my shoulder length black locs and acne
He wears a silver necklace 24/7 he said he never takes it off for it means to much to him
I hate that silver necklace
Just like he hates the black ring I wear
24/7
It's so easy to hate him
We watch as the moon slowly disappears
And we get up form our comfortable positions
"It's so easy to hate you" he waves bye
"Even easier to hate you" I wave back
That's our routine
Every blue moon
We sit under the blue moon
His hair is longer than last time
He's gotten taller to
Almost the same height as me
Our hardened stares now soft
The gaps between us now closed by touched knees
"How is it so easy to hate you" he sighs
"Just as easy as it is to hate you" I reply
softly
Until the next blue moon
I don't know what he looks like now
I wonder if his hair has grown out more
Or his freckles darkened
I wouldn't know
Each blue moon I sit at my window
Wondering what he looks like now
Does he still wear that silver necklace
Does he crave the hatred as much as I crave his love
Maybe he cut his hair short or got a tattoo
I don't know maybe I will next blue moon
By B.R.
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PoetryHey it's the author here ofc, I like to write poems often so I thought well why not take all my poems and make a poetry book so here we are. 🫶🏽
