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Maytin Paige Feb 2014
You speed around the car
waiting for their food by the door
and skid to a stop when you see me.
What are you doing?!?
I raise my voice.
Hey
I lean down into your open window.
What'd you get?
I ask as you hold the
McDonalds
bag in your lap.
Ten piece McNugget and large fry...
My passenger asks for a fry,
though she's going to order a large when we walk through the door of the
fatty restaurant.
You unroll the sack and hand her a small fry.
I reach in and pull a long fry from your order.
You smile as I pop it in my mouth and ask you what you and your passenger are up to.
Just getting food
you say,
keeping it vague.
I look at you with wide eyes
causing your smile to grow.
OH REALLY?
I raise my eyebrow for effect,
playing along.
You smirk.
I'll see ya later
I say, letting you get out of the way of cars angrily driving around us.
I reach in for another fry to pop in my mouth.
I lean in and press my lips to yours
feeling your teeth behind that delicious pink skin
as you press with lust and longing.
Maytin Paige Feb 2014
Nothing is ever out of reach
when you're seventeen,
anything is possible.
Because when you have
to do your dreams on your own
turn to nightmares
that haunt you.
Because this is life we were
taught to live.
Maytin Paige Feb 2014
I look in the mirror.
My lip is now pierced.
I ripped my jeans.
I play guitar
but she's into the drummer.
She's seen me around
but doesn't know my name.
She doesn't give a ****
about me.
I just seem to try too hard.
Because like Wheatus once sang,
*I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby.
Maytin Paige Feb 2014
I see you staring at me from
across the room.
You let the crumpled up paper
fall out of your hand into
the trashcan.
Your eyes stay on me as you sit back down in your new seat
almost afraid to sit next to me.
Because I now see.
And I wonder if you're looking at me and seeing
that the girl you want is everything I'm not
and that she was tearing us apart.
I don't want to pretend
because I was losing myself to someone else.
Maytin Paige Feb 2014
It's fascinating how
something so simple
and small
can bring up a box full of memories.
A photograph,
driving past a location,
revisiting old hangouts.
This was the place that I grew up.
It's fixed up from what it used to be.
Skipping school-
having only being caught twice.
Running out to the parking lot and squealing off like
a bandit.
The old arcade,
blowing dollar bills
left and right.
Winning worthless prizes.
Singing every song
we ever knew
to the steering wheel.
Having plans to get out here and have our big dreams come true.
Having my first kiss
by the train tracks.
The school is now closed.
The Mall and arcade were shut down.
The same old song are played on the radio.
The train station now terminated.
Weeds and dandelions grown of the rails.
The faces are all still the same.
Memories can't be erased
or replaced.
I miss that town.
I miss the people.
I believe I miss the one place I promised I'd never return.
I want to stay.
It's too hard to leave.
It's time to say Goodbye.
Because nothing will ever change.
Maytin Paige Feb 2014
You broke my best friend's heart
without knowing it.
Even if you are my friend
she's my best friend
and you broke her heart.
You're handsome.
You're super nice.
She thought you liked her
the way you were around her.
Until you showed me your phone,
when you were texting the other girl.
You said you were talking
and had a date this Friday.
Although she was not at my side,
I could see her heart
break-
cracks spreading throughout.
Do I tell her? Do I not say anything save her from heartbreak as of now?
I took a breath and decided to tell her
try to let her down easy
and keep her from being broken over a best friend hiding a secret
and a long-time crush looking away from her.
It took her forever to respond
and I knew she was hurt.
There was nothing I could do to make the pain disappear
and that bothered me.
Why do we always fall for others who don't like us?
I can't stand to see my best friend heartbroken and bothered.
Maytin Paige Feb 2014
The tip of my nose burns
from the repeated contact of the Kleenex.
I stand to blow my horn
and everyone turns to look at me once more.
Well, I'm sorry,
I think.
Minutes later,
I am turned around in my seat
talking to old friend
about him having allergies
and me having sinuses.
The professor has a look of fake fury
on her face.
Would you two shut up?!
she raises her voice.
We're having a nasal conversation!
he fires back.
I crack up,
unable to control my laughter
about our conversation of blowing our noses
and the watering of our eyes.
We're having a nasal conversation.
One of the funniest-most meaningful
and stupid
lines I've ever heard.
One I'll never forget.
Because we were
having a nasal conversation.
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