Poems...

Him 🥀

There he stood, in all his glory, leaning over me with that stupid smirk plastered on his face.
I sit there staring and taking in the smirk which is probably the closest thing to a smile that he's got.
He walks away, satisfied with today's bullying session.
As he leave I can't help but stare at the way he carries himself, with confidence and pride I didn't know was possible from a human being.

"Throw, hit, bounce" The crumpled piece of paper hits me in the face and bounces across my desk.
I look up to see you laughing at me with his little minions.
I open the paper "Weak b****"
I'm not mad, just hurt, because I know that he will never love me

I turned the corner. Someone was sobbing, crying?
I followed the tears wanting to help.
It's him.
He looks broken, with his sad piercing green eyes peering out from underneath the waterfall of platinum blonde hair.

We talk, just talk.
About his hurt, about mine.
His hurt was different from mine.
His hurt came from inside, mine came from the outside.
I was bullied by him and he hated himself for it.
Everyone thought I would fail so I had no expectations.
He had to many expectations and couldn't reach them.

The next day he bullied me again.
I thought it was over.
Hopes and dreams crushed.
I guess some people don't change.