Bring! Bring!
The bell rings loudly
Signaling the end of English class.
I heave out a sigh
And stand up to collect my things and leave.
But suddenly I hear my name called.
It bounces across the room
And lingers in my ears.
I know it's me just being paranoid,
But I always feel like I'm in trouble.
My heart quickens,
And I perk up.
I walk to the front of the room.
I see Jade.
She smells like rose petals,
Chamomile tea,
And jasmine.
Her hair is down in a braid,
Gracefully falling over her shoulder.
Her loose top is the color of clean snow,
And her blue jeans complement her bracelet.
It looks like she came out of a fairy tale.
She's a perfectly placed jewel.
"You don't have to tutor Jade anymore."
I hadn't realized I wasn't paying attention until I heard those words.
It caught me off guard.
Does she not want my help anymore?
Will she still want to hang out with me?
I felt my shoulders slump
And my heart plummet.
It felt bittersweet.
I had many great weeks with Jade.
She'll hopefully still want to hang out.
More cracking jokes and telling secrets,
Serene moments waiting to come.
But doubt is still present.
My brain can't make up its mind.
After class, I'll ask her if she wants to hang out tonight.
My doubt will be lifted like a storm.
Soon enough, my teacher is telling us to get to our next class.
I move swiftly out of the room.
I wait for Jade,
Biting my nails from anxiousness.
But she walks past me without a word.
Maybe I'm over dramatic,
She's probably worried about getting to class,
But my mind sees this as an opportunity to beat me down.
I shake my head,
And my feet carry me to my next class.
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It's been a week since I've talked to Jade.
I've tried, but she ignores me every time.
Like I'm a pest,
Tiny and avoidable.
My nails are bitten off,
And I feel numb.
Time is moving forward without me.
I still attempt a smile and act as if everything is normal.
I want everything to be normal.
Trust me, I do.
But all I can focus on is the bittersweet taste left on my tongue.
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Strawberry Smoothie (Hiatus)
Poetry"Is it wrong to love someone? Your heart becomes as fragile as glass, and I'm scared she will shatter it, because she doesn't want a strawberry smoothie" The story of a girl, loving a girl who's too scared to love again. Cover created by: @myfo...
