Highschool is over,
But I’m not over you.
We’ve graduated,
But I’m still stuck in October.
Sophomore year never ended for me.
We’re going to colleges across the state,
But somehow I know,
A piece of me with you will go.
You’ll never feel it,
Cause you never felt the same.
Though in time I might forget your face,
I won’t your name.
I’m writing this while talking and laughing with you
And I with I could share it,
But it’d seem weird to you.
So instead I’ll just share it
With some folks I don’t know.
Once we leave our hometown,
I hope we’ll meet again.
And keep in touch,
Despite the distance we’re in.
And if somehow you see this,
And know it’s about you,
I’m sorry...
But at least tell me that you’ve read it through
Dang.. uh… yeah. I’m a baby ig I don’t really know. This is probably cringey now and will definitely be cringey a year from now when I come back to this site to put my baggage onto random people. But it’s completely anonymous for me so it’s a good place to do it. She doesn’t like poetry as far as I know… sorry y’all had to read that but I had to let it out cause I couldn’t tell my friends.. that’d be embarrassing. Yeah that was three years ago.. fml