Starting with a Pencil
"The first time I met you, I was grieving over the living.
I just lost my pencil and was upset because that was the only one I had.
You lent me one.
The day after I ended up lending you one because you ran out of lead.
We became friends, starting with a pencil.
After a while I became attached to you.
We ended that year as best friends.
I started to like you and told someone and now I get teased about it.
We could talk about anything and we talked about everything.
This year I barely see you.
You're the only face I search for in a crowded place.
I miss you.
I texted you twice, you have yet to answer.
I bet you just got a new phone number, that's why you haven't answered.
It's only been a month since I texted, I'm sure you broke your phone by accident and had to get a new one.
When my friend has class with you I hope they'll tell me you talked about me, but you never do.
My friend keeps teasing me and telling me to ask you to homecoming.
I'm too scared I'll ruin our friendship, you'll reject me.
I need to stop searching for you.
I can't, your face is all I search for in a crowded place.
I'll always hope you're there, waiting for me."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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7September2016
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Its your Lazy Hobo, Lena. *My picture, give credit.* I'm done lmao I've made so many fucking references to killing myself, today alone, it's not even funny; that's how done I am. Hopefully nobody's worried because I'm a coward. This is about my crush. Love you guys, night *insert name for readers*.
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