When will this pretending ever end?
April ninth
was the day I met you
We were walking at the sidewalk
and I accidentally bumped into you.
My coffee spilt and I said sorry about a million times
but you were fuming.
May third
Was the day I was called in class
and I didn't have anything to say
you laughed all along with them
with you head thrown back while clutching your stomach.
It was the day I had to eat alone in the cubicle
as I cry of embarassment.
May fifth
was the day I swore I'd never look or talk to you again
because you were one of those jocks
who hit cheerleaders on their ass while winking at them.
May thirteenth
was the day I decided to run away
just for one night
I needed a break
because my dad had pushed my mom once again
It was the day I swore I'd never get to close to any boy in my life.
It was the day I hated my mother for being so weak.
It was night I had to cry myself to sleep.
It was the night I used a blade and let the sadness creep.
May thirtieth
Everyone around school was asking where I was
They'd see me in some coffee shop
or smoking a joint.
I was throwing my life away
but who cares?
June twenty-eighth
It was the I came to school
You went to my locker
asking me your stupid questions
about my stupid life
and my stupid problems.
It was the day I called everything stupid
even you.
July twenty-third
It was the day I sat by the bleachers
reflecting on my life and how shitty it was.
You sat beside me
not saying anything
but just being there.
September fifteenth
It was the day we sat by a tree
You legs encasing me.
My back against your chest
and you were my safety vest.
October fourth
It was the day back in reality.
As I sat on the corner
wearing my white straight jacket.
Doctor said to never forget to take my meds
Doctor said that I have to close my eyes
and see the fine line between imagination and reality.
To see myself standing in the fine line looking side by side
the difference of real and not real.
But you are real.
My doctor would shake her head at me
trying to tell me to close my eyes and try again.
Now I see,
I see that you aren't real.
Too bad I'd have to wait til' April ninth to see you again.
Written By: jme_28
A/N: This poem can be a little draggy buuuuuut I hope you still like it XD
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