Over It

We were great, sure

Until suddenly we weren't.

I liked you as a person

But not much more than a friend.

You were cool and funny

I was, well, am, me.

We got a long just fine

But you wanted more from me.

I let you have it

A little bit

Never quite enough.

We weren't in sync, really

Or at least not all that much.

I value you

I thank you

For being there for me.

You loved me like I needed you to

But I always liked being free.

I set you loose

I let us go

Feeling only the slightest shift of guilt.

Thank you for caring

More than I did

But now I'm afraid

I really am over it.

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

Poetry

By QueenBee

They Ask Me

The little kids
Ask for advice.
"What's middle school like? Seventh grade?"
They ask what to do and
Where to go and
What they should prepare for.
I could give them a list
Like my teachers gave me.

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Should've Written It In Pencil

I should've written it in pencil
I should've known it couldn't last.
Should've told it to a page in an in-between
Far from permanence.
I should've written it in erasable graphite
Should've whispered it to no one

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Resist It

I am begging you, resist it.
I promise that you can.
I know it's hard and challenging
But you know, you know she's banned.
She's off limits.
Don't play that game.
She's poisonous and dangerous.

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