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I don’t know what I should think anymore

you left me standing out on the dance floor

with the best of intentions I go back

finding no difference between false and fact

why does your sympathy

sound like a symphony

that I don’t want to hear?

that hidden part of me

sounds like a harmony

that I can’t even bear

inseparable,

like twists of a candy cane

unacceptable,

how we both became insane

undeniable,

each time I saw you I’d grin

two weeks ago we were stuck in the plains 

somewhere in the midwest with no service. you pulled out 

some 1999 AAA member's map and said 

"crack it open," and i still loved you, even then. words flowed

I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.

The little moments 

Are the best kind of moments 

Walking through the soccer field 

Finishing off my ice cream sandwich 

The wind in my face. 

It’s the little moments