There is a lot to remember from this year.
I remember having a fun birthday party.
I remember my brother finally losing all his teeth.
I remember the fun sleepovers with my friends.
I remember the movie nights with my family.
I remember my hectic school life.
Drama followed me everywhere I went.
It would not let go of me.
I had to keep dragging and lugging it around.
Sometimes, I would try to shove it off,
But it did not work for a second.
Nothing worked,
Not when you were involved.
School was more...interesting this year.
At times, it was crazy and exciting!
Other times, I wanted cry my heart out and curl into a ball in the corner.
You see people in the stories and books who have drama,
And you think,
"What if I was them? What would it be like?"
Then, my questions became reality.
Things became all too real for me to believe anymore.
I remember having a HUGE crush on you.
I remember flirting with you in Science class every chance I can get.
I remember scribbling in my diary all the memorable moments with you.
I remember having sleepless nights, thinking about you.
I remember creating scenarios if we were together.
I remember the confession you made.
I remember how we a couple for a whole month.
I remember how you would walk me home.
I remember the cute conversations we would have with each other.
I remember how you looked at me when I first kissed you.
I remember how you smiled when I read you my poems about you.
I remember crying when you broke up with me.
I remember running far, far away from you as possible.
I remember everything.
Thinking back to everything, it might not worth it to remember.
The experience did not improve anything between us.
What is the point then?
A piece of our memory was thrown to the ground,
But I picked it up and gave it back to you.
However, you just denied everything.
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Poetry of Life ✔
PoetryHave you ever felt like you were lonely or an outcast? Did you ever feel like no one understands you or you just cannot figure out your mixed emotions? Have you had feelings hidden inside of you, waiting to come out? These poems express what is...