Stormy Skies

The Truth From Within

The Truth From Within

~~~Seventh Grade~~~
Seventh Grade
Doesn't get too deep
Mostly fun and games
And ten hours of sleep

Giggly crushes
Yellow school buses
They tell you to believe
Friends change, you change, and then they leave

Some you know
Will always be in your heart
But others, you know,
Will eventually drift apart

Wattpad account,
Facebook and Twitter
All salt and sugar,
and nothing is bitter

The whole school 'shipped it'
This one boy and her,
But he waved it off
And she blushed harder

The worst things you have
Are feelings for a guy
Who always smiles back
And never said goodbye

He made her feel wanted
and talked to her constantly
And she knew not to rush things
Summer was coming quickly

Seventh grade
doesn't get too deep
With barely any problems
And ten hours of sleep

~~~Summer~~~

Freedom from freedom,
Is freedom nonetheless
It felt so strange without him
But it was for the best

Until the night
The text she dared to send
Was read on his phone
Her mini crush didn't end

Late nights texting
Trips to the mall
She trusted him with everything
She didn't put up any walls

She stressed about seeing him again
Would everything change?
School can change anyone's heart
But did she really want it to be the same?

Did she want something more than friends
Or would it come crashing down around her?
The worries piled up, not just about him
And the thoughts of eighth grade drowned her.

She did something stupid
With a pink Post-it Note
She turned a phrase to numbers
Quite a short line she wrote

Short, but strong
She said 'I like him' with his name
And put it on her locker
Nothing would ever be the same

~~~Eighth Grade: Fall~~~

The first day of school
Wasn't awkward at all!
They talked about the future
And their plans for the fall

She saw all her best friends
And of course, him too
They grew closer than ever
And even stormy skies were brightest blue

She began to feel weird
Like she must say or write
About how she felt about him
But the words never came out right

Now, this boy was a genius
And took the note off her locker
He started decoding it
But she took it away before he could stop her

Looking back, she saw what a blessing it was
For him to discover the code
He had a choice, his to make
The burden no longer her load

He had figured it out
But he could pretend, and let it go
But if he liked her too
Then he had to let her know

A couple weeks passed,
Homecoming came nearer
The night of the big game
She looked at herself in the mirror

What if I see him tonight?
Should I tell him how I feel?
Is this moving too fast?
It's eighth grade, let's be real!

Sure enough,
By the concession stand
She ran into him
And finally she could understand

Her feelings were real,
But she didn't need to act on them
If she let que sera, sera stand true
The best things would happen

That night, they walked around
Ending up under the only tree
Watching the game, talking, playing Plague Inc. on his phone
She was content, utterly