Full of heartbreakers
and nose pickers,
"You forgot to collect the homework"
and "let's skip and smoke in the bathroom."
This whole place smells like BO.
I spoke to you once in history,
no I won't sign your yearbook.

We do accommodate our vegetarian students!
Have a bowl of crunchy water
and pray the lunch lady doesn't slip in a scoop of turkey.

Learn these formulas,
though you'll never use them.
You're ******* useless if you can't do everything in gym.

Don't show your shoulders,
don't be a ****.
Didn't you listen in health class?
Condoms never work.

School makes you panic?
Go anyway,
cry in the bathroom if you have to.
Go anyway,
or we'll make you.

I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;
And all my pretty follies flung aside
That won you to me, and beneath your gaze,
Naked of reticence and shorn of pride,
Spread like a chart my little wicked ways.
I, that had been to you, had you remained,
But one more waking from a recurrent dream,
Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained,
And walk your memory’s halls, austere, supreme,
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew
Who would have loved you in a day or two.

Maybe I miss you.
I'd never admit that, though.
Maybe my underwear
is still carefully sorted
into what you took off of me
and what you haven't seen me in.
Maybe some days
I can't wear things you've touched.
Maybe you still slither into my thoughts
while I'm writhing under the covers.
Maybe I still think about
every
*******
day.
Maybe I spent an entire trimester of poetry class
writing about you.
Maybe not all of my poem were about the bad,
it wasn't all bad.
Maybe I never stopped loving you.
I love myself enough
to keep you out of my life, though.

I got to MEPS tomorrow
and get sworn in on Friday.
My mom never supports me in anything,
but supports this.
I'd feel a lot better
if my friends would stop scoffing at me.
Especially considering,
it's only a few short weeks before I leave for basic.
Some encouragement would be nice.

I refuse to let
anyone
treat me like garbage
anymore.
I don't deserve to be constantly belittled
by someone that claims to be my best friend.
I've spent too long getting sick
trying to appease your rollercoaster emotions.

Make me the bad guy all you want.
The only difference between
being on your bad side
and
being on your good side
is whether or not you smile
after insulting me.

Make me the bad guy all you want.
But no one only attracts bad people.
when your friends keep leaving,
the only common denominator is you.