I feel I have finally begun to move on
It's exciting, yet terrifying
I don't want to forget what we had,
but I really do at the same time.

Seeing you with someone else hurts,
but it's just what I need,
and I selfishly hope you keep trying,
to talk to me but I won't answer

goodbye torr, 'twas a good run,
I secretly hope she's not as much fun...

I got tired of hearing this boy's cruel words

I tried to ignore, but oh I heard

"You're a girl. You ****. You should quit!"

I couldn't take it anymore I spit

I skated over and I punched his helmet

He probably didn't expect that coming I bet

I dropped my gloves and we began to fight

The whole team turned, what a sight

The parents gasped and the coach blew the whistle

We were soon both doomed to our dismissal

I skated behind him as he slowly stepped off the ice

I was still furious so I pushed him hard, twice

He fell to the ground where all the parents were standing

I stepped over him, slammed the door to the locker room, and began venting

It was our last hockey practice and I was so mad

The locker room door suddenly opened, it was my dad

He came over to me, but I just stared at the floor

He said, "Hey good job. Shoulda gave him some more."

Then he gave me knuckles and I smirked quite a bit

I knew I taught that boy a lesson: I never quit.

I think I'll always remember this one car ride with my brother

Because we were never close, but this time I was able to uncover

Some of the things about him I had always wanted to know

But was too shy or too immature, to ask though

It was already dark, I saw the stars above

The buzzer blew, I said goodbye--well kind of

I got into the car with Scrunch, exhausted from cheering at the football game

Then panicked- I didn't like silence, but I guess I was the one to blame

Because surprisingly he started the conversation, turning the music down

And then we talked about relationships and he said he didn't like the sound

Of having a girlfriend just yet,  then he said something else weird

He liked girls with short hair, I said hey that's ok I don't mind beards

I was finally getting to know him, oh I was so happy

But then he said one of my friends ain't too shabby

Okay, woah, that was a little too far

But who am I to judge, he's my older brother, he's a star

We pulled in the driveway and I almost didn't want to get out

I surely had a good time without a doubt

My brother is pretty cool now, I can actually talk to him

And because of that, I sure did grin.

We fished all morning, then decided to take a break

And went back inside where we didn't feel like we were being baked

We decided to make the usual mac n cheese for lunch

My two brothers, their three friends, and I munched

We'd probably watch movies for the rest of the day

Or go upstairs with the giant bean bags, we'd play

But when we finished our meals our parents came in

And told us not going outside on this gorgeous day was a sin

So we came up with a plan to try to have some fun

While being outside in the exhausting, humid sun

We got all of our paint guns, goggles, and gloves

And went into the woods and tried to look above

In search of something we could hit just for the heck of it

So we started shooting trees and branches, it was stupid I'll admit  

But we were having such fun shooting and joking around

Until one of our neighbors I guess heard the sounds

Perhaps they thought the paint guns were real guns

Because the next thing we knew, the police were there sayin “Sons…”

At just eight years old, I thought we were all going to jail

The police officer was talking to me and I turned completely pale

But it turned out to be a warning-- don't go behind our neighbors' yards

My parents were so angry but I was relieved not to be behind bars

We were put to do chores for the rest of the time

Apparently shooting the stop sign was a crime?

So we were forced to wipe all the splattered paint off

Until it was clean, then I turned to my brother, under my breath I coughed

“They still don't know about the rocks…” And I smirked.

I sat through the hour long mass, and as soon as we needed to stand

I got up, reached for my dad’s itchy blazer, wanting to hold his hand

Oh no he was too quick and the crowd started to rise

I lost him in the millions of fancy shoes; I started to cry

I looked up at the arched cathedral and noticed the lights

How they would change colors if I stared hard, they became bright

All the sudden I was pushed and shoved and scattered about

I was caught in the middle of the crowd, wanting to get out

I saw the doors finally and rushed between and around the legs

A familiar itchy blazer appeared, “Please, be my dad.” I begged

Is it my dad? Oh he's turning around!

I went up and hugged him, but I didn't recognize his sound...

THIS WASN’T MY FATHER; it was some other guy!

I cried once again and felt as if I had died

I stormed down the stairs, then to a place I felt safe

On the playground with my best friend Kate

We played and we laughed and went down the slide

Then a familiar itchy blazer came walking by, “Sweetie it's time for the ride.”

I was relieved to see my dad and said goodbye to Kate

And told her next time we should have a play date

I grabbed my dad’s hand while crossing the parking lot

I knew we'd soon be at brunch at my favorite restaurant.

Following, followers, fake.
Is my mind trapped inside?
"Be your on leader, make yourself better."
How can I through this system?
Where all I can be is just a fan.

I don't think anyone will ever understand us
But that's okay because we understand each other
I will never feel as strongly for someone again
And that's okay because at least I got to feel what it's like
To be purely happy just lying in bed looking at you

I know we could be apart for years,
And still be in love as we are.

It hasn't been easy without you,
I lost myself many times,
I just can't wait to see you again.