Andy's Poems

kindergarten love

I remember my first love.
He was a perfectly hair combed boy.
I and remember I remember in the first day of kinder garden, he opened my seat for me and pushed me in
I remember his chocolate eyes
Eyes used to trance people into depths of no return.
His pale skin confused his mexican appearence and language
He was over all.
Perfect
In grade one, he brushed past me and smiled sweetly
In grade two I noticed I was growing way to many cavities.
In grade six. He showed his high intelligence of the brain in the same club as me, reminding me of six exsistence over an absence of a few years
In grade seven.
We met in a school bus everyday that was designed to ship us to our future.
college
He pepped me with the smalest talk and while he made his robot move I desired to find the codes on my calculator that controlled his heart
He raised my confidence enough to sing one goddamn song with him on our bus rides.
He made ME see blurred lines through my glasses. I though I was invincible.
Day 19 of smart camp.
He put his arm around me.
The first man to ever touch me in anyway sat next to me on a hot summer day!
Day 22.
The last day of camp he told me to stay In touch.
Grade 8. With my utensils in hand I ran up to my room on the first day of school.
I knew we could be more than friends!
I anticipated the hand holding and the  singing together.
Momma always did tell me I put my hopes up too much.
Day 98 he hasent said a word to me.
I try to memorize my graduation poem but I cant concentrate over stupid boy who got to cocky and embarrassed to talk to silly old me.
Not a word not a glance.
He had tricked me into the depths of the black sea. He slaughtered the heart I so carefully placed on his doorstep with my heart.
Graduation day.
Whitney young student.
Valedictorian. Winner of all.
It seems I was always the girl under him.
Moving over for every award placed and sent to Him I felt my heart shatter more to think the boy from kindergarten cared enough about a wallflower.