Poems and descriptions (2018-2019)

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Heartbreak hotel for 14 year olds 

(Written in September 2018, one night up in my bed. At the time, I was crushing on a guy around 2-3 years older than me and obviously it was really hard to talk to him, let alone walk past him. You see, my ability to contain myself around good guys is nonexistent sooooo hehehe *sarcastic self deprecating laugh because I'm that pathetic*. Also, the fact that he had JUST started dating someone and they were voted school's best couple (the timing, am I right? *laughs and then bursts into tears because of the gigantic irony ahah Jesus loves me am I right *insert loads of sarcasm) didn't make it any easier. The point is that he was kind of a rebound, kind of serious, no idea really. But I wrote this poem because I knew that it wasn't going anywhere and I really really wanted to get over him, so I would do this thing where I would challenge myself to not check his Instagram at all throughout the day and avoid him at all costs (we love a smart sister don't we). So, I just wrote a poem about the pathetic, humorously sad process of getting over a crush. I was also inspired by Elvis' song title "Hearbreak Hotel". Hope you enjoy it 💓. )

       Heartbreak hotel for 14 year olds 

I'm not checking his Instagram again
Not another time
He has liked other people's posts
There's nothing special with mine 


We're not thinking about him
At least we try not to show it
But it doesn't get easy
You and I both know it 



My mum and friends are against it
Again I'm out of my mind
It's not that he's bad
It's just that I'm not like that in his eyes 



Next time I walk past him I'll try not to think
Of the million butterflies that I get near him
Next time I walk past him
I will be prepared
Not run away, not even be scared


Next time, I'll just forget
That he makes me feel some kind of way
Next time, I'll forget,
That only he can burn my brain cells in the sweetest possible way


So goodbye my dear
Goodbye to my infatuation
Goodbye to what we could never be
Goodbye to my imagination

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