Lonely Volcano
( a confession )
By Belinda French
6th grade began the science fair
A silent crush left in the air
Paper mache and wired frames
My feelings will remain the same
Many said he smelled like feet
Deep down I though he was sweet
That was when I glued the base
And formed a new frame just in case
New crushes and feelings formed a glove
That masked a hand filled with growing love
A gluey volcano left out to dry
Come highschool he changes, I start to cry
From summertime's friendly texts and calls
To ignoring each other in the halls
Baking soda mixed up, the lava is made
Growing feelings refuse to fade
Rude remarks from him and swift comebacks
Cut through my volcano heart
F o r m i n g A C r a c k
My avenging mother forms a meeting
He hobbles in. My heart is beating.
My hands are sweaty. My throat is on fire.
'I cant make mom out to be a liar'
Should I have really voiced my hurt
Because of his comments about my shirt?
I reluctantly sign the bully report
BUT HE WAS NEVER A BULLY, NOTHING OF THE SORT
I know I must sound foolish now
He hates my guts and we all know how
My volcano competing for the ribbon of blue
But before the judges approached, it blew...
U p
I n
P i e c e s...
Why did I put him in the wrong?
Why didn't I just play along?
Lava turned magma, cooling down
Have no choice but to get on the ground
And pick
U p
T h e
P i e c e s
Of the feelings destroyed
'Give up on him, don't get him annoyed'
Not too sure where I should throw 'em
So I'll leave them in this poem.
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