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How's it that you hear
Teardrops rolling down my cheeks
But not when I scream?
Glassy eyes scream louder than raw lungs
You dad used to work with my dad
I remember
You and I used to argue
About who was taller
When our families
Got together for dinner
You were the boy
With the slightly curly blondish hair
We were those friends
Who were friends when they saw each other
But our time together
Was always limited
And we never hung out or talked
When our families didn't arrange to meet
But I remember you well
You probably don't recall this
But you taught me how to tie my shoes
When we were little
Back then
It was okay
To be friends with a guy your age
Without any thought of romance
Having any possibility
Of coming into play
But now
You and I
Are older
The same age
And tonight
And I heard your family
Was coming
So I put on a dress
Even though it was a bit much
For the occasion
I blow dried my hair
And put on my make up
Tried to look pretty for you
Rehearsed smiling
When I opened the door to you
But unfortunately
I opened the door
And only your parents came in
You were busy or something
I don't know
The parents joke
About how they should have told you
That I was going to be there
Good opportunity for you to get a girlfriend
But honestly
That is kind of along the same lines
That I was thinking
I got all dressed up
For nothing
I'm a little disappointed
They talk about you
They say you've grown tall
Stockier than your older brother
I wonder
If your attractive eyes
Have changed at all
I hope not
Your eyes always smiled
Brighter than your mouth
I hope to see you soon sometime
Because I'd like to see
What has become
Of the boy I used to know
Who taught me how to tie my laces
With the smiling eyes
And the slightly curly blondish hair
You might have forgotten me
But I
Remember you
Well, that was a waste of a nice outfit.
He says he likes to watch
Raindrops roll down the glass

Watch me cry then
I'm made of glass
I don't like being breakable and I don't want to let this boy into my life again because it hurt last time and he really isn't worth it. I think I just want a boy, any boy really, to care about me, and he is the only one who MIGHT right now. That's the only reason I even smiled at all when I read his text. it has nothing to do with him, just the IDEA of him. he is actually nothing but a pathetic ****.... ****, I gotta remember to remind myself of that, can't get ****** in again.
There is a very large difference
Between critiquing something
And bullying someone
Critiquing helps a poet grow
KINDLY suggests new ideas
The poet could consider
But in reality
Someone's critiquing
Is not necessarily "the right way"
Because NO poet
Is superior
To others
So any critiquing
Is allowed to be accepted
Or ignored
That is up to the poet
Who is being critiqued
And they are perfectly within their right
To ignore the critiquing
Or to listen to it
And anyone
Is within their right
To RESPECTFULLY
Critique another's work
(Unless they specifically ask them not to of course, some just write for themselves and to express emotions, not to grow as a poet and that is perfectly okay.)
BULLYING
Is critiquing another
IN AN UNKIND FASHION
in a self-important, cruel, egotistical, pathetically self-righteous fashion
Critiquing
SHOULD NEVER
hurt another's feelings
Or harm their emotions
There is no such thing as "too sensitive"
You are not allowed to judge anyone else
For their level of sensitivity
That is not for you to analyze
And that just makes you
A horrible pathetic MEAN person
If you have hurt them
It is YOUR FAULT
even if you didn't mean to
and honestly, I have been at fault before for that too
but it is then YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
to fix it
to try to apologize
to explain what you meant in a kinder way
and recognize
your opinion
which you are entitled to
but your opinion
is not the only one
and it is not necessarily RIGHT.
I have read some comments that are horrible and pathetic and just plain CRUEL

Example of bullying:

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/978695/the-poetic-message-i-was-going-to-send-fourth-to-steel-before-he-blocked-me-like-a-coward/
I'd like to see you try
Really I would
I challenge anyone to attempt
To make me let down my guard
But they should expect to fail
I am tough when it comes to
Keeping people out
But I welcome anyone
If they want to try
No boy will ever break down my walls, I'm sure. But I like to watch them try. ...of course no one actually cares enough to try, but there have been a FEW I guess. Anyway, I have strong enough walls, no one will ever break through them
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