Seven
Someone wrote gay slurs on my locker
I just rolled my eyes.
And then he walked up and took one look at my locker
And another.
And another.
“Who did this?”
He asked.
I hugged my books to my chest
And drew my shoulders in.
Because I tried to look small around him
Because he likes small girls.
“I’m not sure.”
My voice was soft and long
I knew exactly who did it.
“Why would they do this?”
Because last year I kissed a boy,
And he liked it,
But hated that he liked it.
But I didn’t say that.
I just shrugged.
And smiled a little when he started getting
Red in the face from anger.
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Love Potion
Poetryhe had a crush on this boy and it excited him. he was going to make him to fall in l o v e with him. even if it killed him. he didn't mean it literally, but the world has a funny way of mixing things up.
