#kingston - Hello Poetry

I often think about the summer before I went away, probably more than I should. I was working that job I hated and you were living in the house that felt more like a home to me than mine ever did. I think about all of the nights that my life felt like a classic teen movie, with my eyes acting as the camera and your lucid words writing the script in real-time. Us and a few close friends sneaking onto a rooftop in the town where we grew up and grew to love. Laughing until our stomachs hurt and yelling things at the unsuspecting people below. Forgetting what time it was. Forgetting that there was a whole world below us, which we chose to escape for the night. My heart was light, and it felt like floating. Now friends are in different states, becoming people I’ll never know. The garbage can we used as a ladder is no longer where we could always find it, and the gate behind the bank, which was almost always conveniently left open, has been locked for years. I remember how carefree I felt on those nights. But I tend to idolize nostalgia, whether the past was truly picture-perfect or not. All I know is, I was lucky enough to have had those nights, and the unwavering memories that they created.

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Aug 15, 2017

Aug 15, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC

buhhrooke

Crown Street Bank

I often think about the summer before I went away, probably more than I should. I was working that job I hated and you were living in the house that felt more like a home to me than mine ever did. I think about all of the nights that my life felt like a classic teen movie, with my eyes acting as the camera and your lucid words writing the script in real-time. Us and a few close friends sneaking onto a rooftop in the town where we grew up and grew to love. Laughing until our stomachs hurt and yelling things at the unsuspecting people below. Forgetting what time it was. Forgetting that there was a whole world below us, which we chose to escape for the night. My heart was light, and it felt like floating. Now friends are in different states, becoming people I’ll never know. The garbage can we used as a ladder is no longer where we could always find it, and the gate behind the bank, which was almost always conveniently left open, has been locked for years. I remember how carefree I felt on those nights. But I tend to idolize nostalgia, whether the past was truly picture-perfect or not. All I know is, I was lucky enough to have had those nights, and the unwavering memories that they created.

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So I will walk these empty streets This isn’t home, never will be Thank goodness for that I went to your house tonight and cried at you Then I left again It would have been nice if you hadn’t left telling me to when I was in front of you But nah So I will walk these empty streets I will see everything That your eyes do And I will craft a newfound hatred for all I’ve left behind Tonight I’m crawling, high in the clouds You could have just Let me down easy But no. So I will toss in this boy’s sheets and kiss lips that aren’t yours I guess this is goodbye, my love I hope she’s what you’re looking for.

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May 4, 2017

May 4, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC

GetWavy

**** this town)

So I will walk these empty streets This isn’t home, never will be Thank goodness for that I went to your house tonight and cried at you Then I left again It would have been nice if you hadn’t left telling me to when I was in front of you But nah So I will walk these empty streets I will see everything That your eyes do And I will craft a newfound hatred for all I’ve left behind Tonight I’m crawling, high in the clouds You could have just Let me down easy But no. So I will toss in this boy’s sheets and kiss lips that aren’t yours I guess this is goodbye, my love I hope she’s what you’re looking for.

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My mother once told me I was talented She encouraged me, and told me to fly But yesterday night, she whispered to self, "the only thing my daughter is talented at is becoming a disappointment."

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Jun 2, 2025

Jun 2, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC

MollyMarie

My mother once told me

My mother once told me I was talented She encouraged me, and told me to fly But yesterday night, she whispered to self, "the only thing my daughter is talented at is becoming a disappointment."

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