We are acting as juvenile
as two middle school kids
convinced their in love
when all they do is hold hands
and maybe sit together at lunch.
If they are feeling brave.
This is as pointless
as straightening my hair
when the rain dribbles down
begging to invade my smoothness
and turn it into a waste of time.
This is as painful
as running with shin splints
and pushing on anyways.
Except it hurts on the inside.
This is as over
as it is.
and i would like to say
i am sorry for not being more okay
with juvenile pointless pain.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
We are acting as juvenile
as two middle school kids
convinced their in love
when all they do is hold hands
and maybe sit together at lunch.
If they are feeling brave.
This is as pointless
as straightening my hair
when the rain dribbles down
begging to invade my smoothness
and turn it into a waste of time.
This is as painful
as running with shin splints
and pushing on anyways.
Except it hurts on the inside.
This is as over
as it is.
and i would like to say
i am sorry for not being more okay
with juvenile pointless pain.
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