They say that
We shouldn't fall this fast.
To be catious of who we let into our lives,
Of who to let into bed,
Or who to tell all your secrets to.
With you,
I trusted you from day one.
Fell in love the second my eyes met yours.
I knew from that moment
That I had to be
Yours.
I don't remember much
But I remember
Your touch.
Your words.
Your impact on me.
I remember how we used to spend
Hours on the phone together at night
Then
Hours together during the day.
But that was six years ago
And this is
Now.
We parted ways for six years
And had our own ventures;
But secretly,
I knew that I would
Always come back to
You.
It started off as a mere vacation for me.
No cell phone reception;
No internet access;
Miles away from a high way;
Left to our own private devices.
Seculsion.
Dinner is what we went to.
Late night that didn't last long enough.
One simple message and
All the memories come flooding
Back into my mind.
All I saw was
Us.
One message,
one text,
and soon enough we have a night set up.
You're coming to visit!
Excitment.
Anxniousness.
Happiness.
Fear.
So many emotions were swirling around in my heart;
I felt as if I were to vomit.
The day came
For you to visit.
Then the time came for me to pick you up at the station.
You looked so
Perfect.
Just like you did six years ago.
I took you into my arms,
Holding back years worth of emotions that
Burned pure, raw, and unadulterated.
We spent hours at my elementary school
Playground.
Chasing each other,
Swinning on swings
Story telling,
Laughing
Reminising.
I could feel us falling
Deeper and deeper in love with
One another.
I felt us growing
Closer
To each other.
I heard about emotions like this before;
But only in books written by best-selling authors
Or in movies where
Someone either dies or
Gets naked.
I felt this type of love
Up close
And
Personal.
I can feel it in my
Fingertips as I itch
To hold your hand.
I feel it in my lips as they meet yours.
My arms feel this type of love as they
Wrap around you.
My body feels this pure, raw, unadulterated love
When you wrap your arms
Around my small frame.
I feel your love
Meet mine right
In the middle.
I feel our hearts connect
Our souls becoming one.
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The Secret Confessions Of A High School Senior
Non-FictionMy life in free-verse poetry. I'm a seventeen year old high school senior, and these are my secrets, confessions, wants, needs and so much more.