It all started out as a dream
A big, quick fantasy.
Your hand was in mine
And we exchanged pleasantries.The next thing I knew
I couldn't help but think of you.
You thought about me too
But I'm sure even your own thoughts
Are left a skew
With all your silly nonsense
Bullets and guns
Never-ending nonsense with the fuzz
Telling me that it was just for fun.We were pals for a bit
Knew you liked me more than a tinsy lick
It showed really quick
And even though I was a brat
You were quite the chap
And I couldn't bear to admit so.I hid behind a screen of notes
You dipped into a cream-full of quotes
Holding them close to your heart as you said you were over me
But it didn't set your heart free.You didn't have your first kiss
Just like you would never have the last
I wouldn't give you your first wish
Even though you wouldn't have made me your past
I shoved you back into the box
Far away from the world
"You're still here?"
I sometimes wonder
And you'd ask how I'm doing
How I'm feeling
How my heart feels?
I don't know how to reply
Because my heart has forgotten you.
But my mind
Never will.
Now, all that's left of you
Are photographs of us
Hanging out with my family
Laughing, playing a fool
After school.
All shoved back into the innermost of my mind
While someone else eats out the innermost of my thighs.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe.
PoetryAnother couple of poems and short stories that hide my innermost thoughts about the people I hold the closest to my heart. Enjoy.