High school—
the same hallways,
the same classrooms,
yet we lived in different worlds.
In yours,
you were the boy everyone noticed,
effortless, admired,
belonging everywhere.
In mine,
I was invisible,
a passing face,
someone easy to forget.
In your world,
I was only a schoolmate,
another name on a class list.
But in mine,
you were everything.
You were the reason my world turned,
the quiet center of my days,
the thought that followed me home.
And even now,
long after those hallways emptied,
my world still remembers
how it learned to spin
around you.
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoetryThis book took years to begin. Not because I lacked words, but because I lacked the courage to open my heart. To my readers- this is my soul, laid bare. Every page holds a piece of me: my vulnerability, my joy, the moments I loved deeply, and the gr...
