"I never liked parties
I never liked parties until
You went to a party and
Then I started to really like
Parties
I'm getting ahead of myself again.
I can't remember when I first saw you,
Just kidding
I used to pretend that I didn't so I
Didn't seem as desperate but I
Don't see much of I point to that
Now.
You were standing by the kitchen table,
Your arm was propped up by Joey Stevenson
You'd laugh about that now,
His eyes were probably parading around
Up and down your ribcage
While I watched you twirl your
Messy braided hair around your fingertips.
Us,
We were wild, well
You were wild
I kind of just followed your trail
Of cigarettes and wine bottles.
All I knew is wherever you were going
I needed to be there too,
You could drain my cheeks
And electrify my heart beat
Just by walking into a room
You were the only kind of hurricane I could touch.
I remember the day you
Left for college, we
Sat behind your purple four door
Convertible and talked about
Why we couldn't change the world,
That was the day I fell in love with you,
Or the day I realized it at least
I loved you wickedly, and
Selfishly
Because
The only time
You ever heard me say it,
Was now."
I picked up the pieces of
Myself and made my way
Through the pews.
This was not how I wanted
You to see me
In my suit.
YOU ARE READING
Breakable Contents
Teen FictionCollection of poetry and short narratives I've written so far, some of it is simply class assignments while others are older, published works. All of them were written of experiences personally affecting me; nothing artificial! Thanks for reading- y...