When I go there, the bell hadn’t rung yet, so I went to my class and stood outside listening to music.
And she came to me, with a sad face and hugged me.
“Hey, you okay?”
-Yeah I am, and how are you?
“No you not okay, you ignored my messages…what’s up with that?”
-Oh damn, I’m sorry I meant to reply them after bathing, I’m sorry babe
“Its fine, I’m concerned about us though, are we okay?”
-Yeah we are why wouldn’t we be?
“to be honest I don’t know, I feel like ever since I made that mistake you distant and I don’t blame you, but please if you want to leave me I’d understand…I mean I’m trying to prove my love for you, but seems like I’m just wasting my time, or worse you want to go back to your old ways”
-No! babe we okay, I love you…a lot even, I can’t let you go, you love me in such a way that no one can…how about this, let’s go out next week Friday? Actually nah we going out I’m not asking you...okay? Come here.
I hugged her, and after that gave her a forehead kiss and we waited for the bell to ring so that our hectic day can begin. But I’m pretty sure in her mind I’m entertaining other girls and she doesn’t believe all of this…
The “I love you” I say today
Could be my last, don’t take it lightly
_f.p
Afterschool
We walked together after school to wait for her transport to come pick her up
And as we were walking she forcefully decided to let go on my hand
-And now? What’s wrong?
“Nothing, I’m just tired of talking alone”
-Nah babe you not, I apologise for that, I just have a lot on my mind right now
“Oh, I see...nah its fine”
I wanted to tell her what’s wrong but I mean, she supposed to be my happy place, if I tell her I destroy that and either way if I tell her, there is nothing she can do, than to tell me it’s going to be okay
Sweet words won’t help them heal
♠Unloved. Misfit
We waited silently and when her transport came
She just gave me a baby kiss and left without a word said
But I don’t blame her,
I’m such a bore now, I hardly talk, but at least me and her have time
She’ll be with me when my mom is gone
I went home
And I must say
Most people get excited when they head home
But not me, because it’s where my troubles are. _f.p
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THE LOST LETTER
Poetry"The lost letter" (continuation of I am not to blame) book Written to show the issues that some teenagers fight On a daily basis, divorced parents, losing a parent Depression, and loneliness In a form of a letter.It's written to let them know That...