The bus (Short poem)

The bus

It was the bus ride home from summer camp,

The girls sitting next to me who lit my summer up like a oil lamp in a pitch black room,

Should i tell her? 

No, what if she doesn't care

about me or what i fee?l

The bus rides time started to peel and die but my urge to tell her was immortal

But i was stuck in my shell like a lonesome turtle.

Me and her were having small talk while all the other kids are in the back shrieking like nails on chalk.

Then i broke out telling her my feelings.  It felt like my heart would start healing i kept talking and talking, and i know now, i overused the word "Destiny" in this conversation.

I finish and i feel like i just preformed her my hearts symphony and her only word of sympathy 

is "Okay." not a reassuring okay, but no an Okay that means whatever, or wow your creepy!

She was my "Destiny" but i guess i wasn't hers. I then leaned my head on the bus window and acted like i was asleep.

I woke up not to the same dark bus, but no the lights were on my eyes readjust and give me a fuss. 

I look next to me but she isn't there, I look back and see that shes with Julia

My heart starts to fade as i see shes with Julia, The one who got suspended for throwing rocks at my head back in third grade,

As the girls get off the bus the times just keep getting rough, I look and see Julia staring me down.   she whispers "Destiny" to me as they get off that bus.

I didn't know she was with them or maybe i would never have a feeling for her, but what can i care.

I thought she was my "Destiny." but no she wasn't

 I wish i could say all this mush like i got on that bus heading to camp a boy  and got off the bus home a man or all the other cliches people tell you but no i couldn't

I got on the bus a boy AND I'M STILL ON THAT BUS, STUCK. stuck in time, stuck frozen in the cracks on a cold lake and  to this day i am still on that bus.