It’s been about a year and a half
Since I moved out of my old house
Because of my parents divorce.
And I just recently started to realize...
I’m forgetting it.
I’m forgetting what it looked like
The memories that happened there.
And even though many of them were bad,
So many others were good.
And I don’t want to forget...
I just want to move on.
But I can’t.
I wish I could go back
But I can’t.
I wish I could get my parents back together again
But I can’t.



I can’t do anything.

I’m school smart, not life smart.
I can write a **** good essay.
And get A’s on most assignments.
But when it comes to life,
I can only say one thing....






How the **** does life work?

Life is beautiful.
A beautiful disaster.

I feel content.
Contentment is impossible.

I have so many people that love me.
But others have more.

I want to do nothing.
But my legs yearn to stretch.

I want to stay home from school tomorrow.
But I miss my friends.

I want to be with my girlfriend.
But I would rather be with my best friend.

I want to meet my mom’s boyfriend’s daughters.
But I’m scared that they won’t like me.

I want to like my dad’s girlfriend.
But I’m scared that they won’t last long.

I want so many things.
But I don’t.