Your name is Jane.
Jane
Jane
Jane.
Your name keeps repeating in my brain.
Jane.
Jane.
The teacher called on you today.
Which was strange because she never calls on you.
And you didn't say anything.
Which made everyone laugh at you.
Except me.
I didn't even comprehend what was happening because your name was taking up my thoughts.
I began to scribble 'Jane' in the corner of my notebook paper.
It may be fucking girly but I just needed to write out your name. Your beautiful name.
Jane.
YOU ARE READING
Ribbons
PoetryA story about a broken girl who wears ribbons and a boy who tries to pick up the pieces
