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Sep 2014
I'm staying up late,
dancing with strangers.

He's staying at home,
cooking a meal.

I don't go home,
there are no meals for me there.

His family host picnics and game nights,
he can't image any where else.

I only host if they pay,
I can't go home with nothing.

He goes to school early,
studying away.

I arrive but an hour late,
with the breath of a cigarette on my teeth.

He makes good grades,
and plays all the sports.

I sleep all day,
and get high in the bathrooms.

His parents are doctors,
his brother is at Harvard.

My dad's on unemployment,
my mother ran away.

He works at McDonald's on the week ends,
Daddy said he didn't have to but he insisted.

I work all night,
and have a part time in the morning.

He wakes up at ten,
then goes to his job for an hour or so.

In the afternoon I watch him at work,
My hair's a mess and heels are in my hand.

He smiles at everyone,
whether in school, work, or home he's always happy.

I smile at creeps,
never happy when you live from day to day from check to check.

He has movie nights,
where his mom makes popcorn.

I lesson to cries and yells,
when my dad drinks himself out.

He chats with his bros,
they play football.

I sooth my little brother and sister asleep,
we pray for a better day to come soon.

At school he takes notes,
he lessons to the teachers.

At school,
when awake I watch him and listen to him speak.

He walked up to me,
"Hey, I've noticed you out a bit."

"You have?"
What is this I think.

"Yeah,"
"I was wondering of you wanted to go to diner or something."

I never dreamed this would happen,
I don't know what to say.

He looks down,
seems kind of nervous.

"I would love to,"
I look into his eyes this has got to be a dream.

He smiles,
"Great! I'll get you at ten."

He's staying up late,
getting ready for his date.

I'm out of the bar,
waiting for his car.

He's out on a date,
she is a lovely girl with a complicated life.

I'm out on a date,
he's my shinning light.

They had a really fun time,
"We should do that again."

"Yeah,"
"We should."

They say 'Goodnight,'
'til tomorrow night.
Since this was a short story I wrote it was REALLY hard to put into poem-ish form therefore I hope it sounds okay:)
Bellie-boo
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