Blue Bear

You didn't grow up together
but she was always there

She was your best friend
that you imagined fake memories with

like the time you hopped the school fence 
in the middle of the night

You lied to me.
not once,
not twice, 
not three times,
not four times,
in fact, I've lost count.

You abandoned me.
You lied about me.
You hurt my sister.
and you hurt me.

A couple weeks ago, my language arts teacher had us write poems using only song titles. I thought it would be more fun to write a poem with song lyrics.

My alarm goes off
It's five flat.
I mean five o'clock.

I hobble to the window, 
It's five flat.
I mean five steps.

I grab my papers,
It's five flat.
I mean five pages.

The world is grey now; you took all the color when you left.
 

My grandpa used to have a box of keys.
There must have been a hundred.
Every key was different.
A rusty one, a blue one.
One with a seahorse.
One with a frayed purple ribbon. 
One with a diamond on the end.