Here’s a poem I wrote when I was bored during class lol
You asked if I was sad I’m not the girl you’re going to prom with.
You asked if it hurt crying in the second floor bathroom on my birthday.
And I responded I’ve gotten so used to the numbness.
That it just makes my good days feel like a parade.
Cause I bet she’s perfect, and her hair ain’t always a mess.
I bet she’s not always tired and caving in to all the stress.
But I’d ask how your day is, and wouldn’t let you see how sad I am I don’t talk to any of my old friends.
I’d move on, I’d forgive you for breaking my heart.
But I can’t when you give me that look when I pass you in the halls.
Why can’t we go back to when we would talk on the swings at our old elementary school?
Sometimes I’ll walk past there in the summer time and it still feels like our names are written on those same walls.
I’d write a heart beside your name every year on your valentines card.
Thinking back to a time when it wasn’t so hard.
Cause darling if you ever get tired of wanting something more, you know you still have the key to unlock my door.