I caught myself writing your name on the margins of my math notes.
And when the teacher called on me, I meant to say undefined.
But instead I said Jane.
Because I loved you before there was a 'definition' of who you are.
You used to be Jane. Undefined.
Not anymore.
I hardly see you in English anymore, I bet Luke convinces you to skip.
Or you convince him, you're different now.
English isn't my favorite class anymore.
I know it's not yours either.
Now I just sit here feeling foolish and stupid with tears brimming my eyes because I actually thought in those months that we spent together
That I somehow mattered to you.
When we were lying there, in the forest green grass,
With your eyes staring into mine, and a smile stitched on your face
And how you whispered to me one day, 'Thank you'
And how I didn't understand.
But now I do.
You were thanking me for not judging you, defining you, you thanked me for seeing who you are and not believing others posionous words full of venom and hatred.
I wish I could've thanked you.
For being you.
But it's too late, and you're not you anymore.
I miss you.
I wanted to show the relationship between Jane and Parker a little more becuase I kind of just skipped so yeah Jane and Parker got really close in those few months, but when she started to date Luke they don't hang out anymore:(
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Ribbons
PoetryA story about a broken girl who wears ribbons and a boy who tries to pick up the pieces