All my friends are leaving

All my friends are eighth graders,

Or on the other team.

Aside from two,

Who I hope never tire of me

But probably already have.

All my friends are eighth graders,

Which means all my friends are leaving.

All my friends are going away

To a faraway place

Except for a few

Who are stuck with me.

I have a friend

Who can't spell "coconut"

And who can't spell

Anything

Actually.

I have a friend

Not really a friend

An in-between

Who jumps into our conversations

Randomly

And gives me this Look

Like I'm crazy.

I have two friends

Who are amazing

And watching me write

Who I've written

A lot about.

I have a few friends, out of reach

On another team -

Crazy

Psycho

Nobody knows.

The rest of my friends

The sane ones

Are eighth graders.

All my friends are leaving.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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  • Love language

    Duet

    starting together ending together

    weaving around each other's sound

    adapting tuning

    instinctively fitting into the tone

    the way we want to do this

    the contrast

    played so perfectly

  • The boys in my class

    The agony of the human race

    simple creatures

    snickering at my poetry 

    banging their fists against their heads

    stalling work

    reading mushy parts of books they pretend not to enjoy

    saying stupid things

  • Sleigh ride

    Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too

    F F F F F G F-D Bb C D C-A G F-

    imitating the human voice with instruments

    percussion back there repeatedly hitting the sleigh bells