it had been two weeks since you spoke to me
you didn't look at me
didn't smile at me
i doubt you even thought about me
i thought about you a lot
i saw that you were with bad people
like Caroline
and Bryce
they were bad company
they smoked weed during study hall
i saw them once
their eyes were bloodshot
they threatened to kill me if i told
so i walked off
i hoped they didn't see my tears
i even saw you kissing her again
you two were wrapped up like enchiladas
i knew they wrapped enchiladas tightly
my aunt owned a mexican restaurant
i froze when i saw you two
i swear you saw me
and looked sad
but i guess you got too involved kissing
because you closed your eyes
i guess thats okay
i mean
i shouldn't care
it's not like i think about you constantly
think about your freckles and your soft hands
your blue eyes that are as deep as the atlantic
because i dont
not at all.
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It's Not Like I Planned It This Way (Watty Awards 2013)
PoetryIn the midst of a world that disagrees with everything you do, Florence struggles to figure out who she and what her purpose in life is when a deathly accident occurs. As she is in limbo, or so she thinks, she reminisces on the good and the bad of h...