Jun 2010
On my right;
A pair of girls with trendy leather messenger bags
Permanently glued to their shoulders
That holds no namesakes
On my left;
One ex-best friend,
One once-friend-but-now-an-enemy,
And a third who hates by association
Navy drips from the spot directly above my head
And slides, and spreads,
And covers the teal along the edges of evening
My jaw is ground shut with the tension,
The weight of the hatred
Clamping my teeth to each other
Pulling the muscles with their ties
That are beyond invisible
Iām alone, as always ā
**No emo intended.
A pair of girls with trendy leather messenger bags
Permanently glued to their shoulders
That holds no namesakes
On my left;
One ex-best friend,
One once-friend-but-now-an-enemy,
And a third who hates by association
Navy drips from the spot directly above my head
And slides, and spreads,
And covers the teal along the edges of evening
My jaw is ground shut with the tension,
The weight of the hatred
Clamping my teeth to each other
Pulling the muscles with their ties
That are beyond invisible
Iām alone, as always ā
**No emo intended.
I wrote this on my cell phone after seeing a play at my school, observing my schoolmates around me as I waited for my dad to arrive. I kept getting chills not from the evening, but from the walls they had built around me, even the people I didn't know.
