High school is where we met.
I broke down in those ***** bathrooms more times then I can remember. I cried silent tears on the bus more times than anyone’s noticed. But highschool is where I met you. You got left over coffee every morning and you dated my old memory and I hated your guts. And then you smiled that broken smirk you have and you wrote me poems. You kissed like the devil and you tasted like Friday nights freedom. High school is the place where your tongue slid into my mouth for the first time. It’s where we wrote poems and I handed you the gold letter and most arguably the place I fell in love with you. And I don’t remember our first kiss because there’s been so ******* many since then, but I wouldn’t doubt that it happened at highschool. It may not be the best four years of our lives, but it’s **** well the most important.

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{k.h.}

Maybe that is why
I don't cry
when to my dear ones
I bid goodbye

when the sponge gets too heavy
squeeze out a poem

You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.