I wrote a song about you, and I thought I'd always feel the way I did when I wrote that song.
But now I don't, and it's just...strange.
You didn't do anyhting to me. You're still the same person you always were.
Maybe I'm the different one.
Now I know I wasn't in love.
It was just a crush.
A passing crush.
I feel sad talking like that about you.
But it's true.
I wrote a song about you months ago, on June 8th, before I went away to camp and it changed my life, before I started 7th grade.
I thought I'd always feel the way I did when I wrote that song.
But now I don't.
Now I've changed.
Now I am a new person--
well, a different version of me.
And that's okay.
I wrote a song about you four months ago.
I called it "Drifting Away."
Now, I am no longer drifting.
My feet are planted firmly on the ground.
I know who I am.
I can do this.
I am happy.
(this isn't exactly a poem, kind of just a jumble of mixed emotions, but you can think of it whatever way you like)
i wrote a song about you
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Mauve
Mauve is the lipstick we stole from your mother,
smeared sideways across your mouth and all over
your Sprite bottle,
a clandestine weight in your pocket
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hummingbird girl
She's hidden, cowering in the corner,
as she waits, mouth open,
words frozen on her lips.
She does not speak.
I mold my sadness into poetry and she watches me,
amber eyes taking in everything and nothing.
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Medicine
The wood is lush and dappled with light,
the first April flowers poking out of the ground, snow
melting under my bare feet.
The ache of you digs into my chest like a sharpened blade,
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