"gabe" poems
Araw
Akala ko ikaw na yung mundo ko
Akala ko ikaw na yung araw at gabi ko araw lang pla kita
Araw nag bibigay liwanag sa daang madilim salamat naging liwanag kita binigyan mo ko ng pag asa lumigaya
Pero malayo ka hinabol kita sinundan kita tinakbo ko kahit mainit pa nag papaltos ang paa tumagatak ang pawis ng parang lawa okay lang kase binigyan moko ng pag asa para sumaya
Pawis na tumatagaktak na parang nota humihimig ng maganda sinasabe sa aking tengga na malapit kana
Binilisan ang takbo para mahabol kita walang pake kahit maka bangga subalit akoy nadapa
sugat ang nag silbing sakit na nadama
Sinusundan ang liwanag na nag sasabing may pag asa pa
Umiitim nako pero bat ang layo kopa dumidilim na nawawalan na ako ng pag asa baket oras na para na umalis kana baket ngayon pa
Baket sa oras na madilim staka ka mawawala Kay langgan kita baket sa oras na madilim ako dun kapa nawala
Pano ko makikita yung daan kung wala ka diko kaya pag wala ka nahihirpan ako sa dilim ilawan moko para makita ka
Gusto kitang kalimutan gumawa ako ng paraan para lubayan nag umbrella para maiwasan ang sinag mo pero nahihirapan ako diko pala kaya kalimutan ka
Pero baket hanggang ngayon hinahanap hanap ko paren yung araw ko kung saan iikot ang mundo ko yung parang kulang yung mundo pag wala yun araw ko
Kaya siguro hinahanap ko pa yung taong nag papaliwang sa madilim kong mundo yung nag papainit sa nan lalamig kong minuto segundo
Naalala ko di pala hindi kita mundo kase nasa mundon kita ikaw yung nag papa ikot ng oras ko sa buong buhay ko nag babalanse sa wordwide ko
Sa mundo mo ako si buwan yung palihim **** na sulyapan magandang umaga ako nga pala si buwan yung simpleng mahinang ilaw na laging na diyan sa tabi tabi mo lang
Magandang tanghale ako nga pala si buwan yung hindi kayang mag paliwanag ng daigdig sa kalawakan pero pangako lagi kang sasamahan kahit sa kadiliman pangako magandang gabi ang madadatnan
Ang pag ikot ng araw sa mundo ko ang pag ikot ko sa mundo mo ay habang buhay ng mananatile
Magandang gabe ako yung buwan na pipiliting biygan ilaw ang madilim **** daan ako yung buwan nag bibigay panaginip maging masaya ka lng ako ang mamanatiling ilaw mo sa gabi para pag gising mo safe ka lng
Tandaan mo ako yung buwan na bibigyan ilaw sa paligid mo buwan na laging bibigay buhay sa gabi mo bibigay ningning sa mga mata tandaan mo buwan ako dimo nako maales sa mundo mo
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
Michael said to Gabriel
"You know the Old Man's tetchy,
have you got your **** together?
Have you got your choir ready?"
Gabriel said, "Just **** out,
have you got that star in place?
I don't see it in the sky yet,
have you booked the allotted space?
"By the time the magi notice
and start their journey west
the party will be over,
so I think it would be best
if you tell Him they'll come later,
that the vibe will work far better
if we go ahead with the shepherds
and then have the kings come later."
Mickey was a little miffed,
but he knew that Gabe was right.
He'd been distracted with the detail
to ensure the star was bright.
So Mickey went and told the Boss,
"It really makes more sense,
cos once Jesus is a toddler
he'll enjoy the frankincense."
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
Gabe's off with friends, road trip to Valley View
Gadzooks, oh my
No work on Friday
Which of a quadrillion projects
Will I pursue?
There are poems to be birthed
Sculptures to be honed
Power bars to be cooked
Appointments to be booked
But the Big One, that towers over all
The Once a year, Grandfather
From which one mustn't stumble or fall
Elevation of fourteen thousand, two hundred fifty five feet
Of 15 miles of hiking, massive and sweet
Says now or never, tiny mortal…!
I must summit Longs Peak
Inside me the need churns
To visit the Old One, & learn what I must
There are memories to be made, lessons to be learned
And learn what I must
Before I turn to dust
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
I didn’t know you
but I know you.
You were
a rebel.
It was in your veins.
You wore a leather jacket,
leather boots.
You’d walk down the street with
a purpose.
You never cared what they thought.
The roar of the engine
would bring a smile to your face.
You loved everything about it.
The rumble
and the low-slug feel of the seat.
You loved
the rush of wind in your face,
the feeling of being free and in control of life.
Your destination never mattered.
It was the trip you enjoyed.
Once you got a taste of freedom,
you became addicted.
Always seeking for excitement.
You searched for new places,
new people,
new things.
Explored.
Discovered.
Learned.
You did it all.
You cared for your family,
your friends.
Her.
I know you
loved her.
I could feel it,
see it,
sense it
when she entered the room.
I didn’t even see her right away
but I knew something was different.
I knew you were there
with her,
with us.
It was the first time I met her
but I knew who she was.
She entered with a purpose.
Just like you.
The way she stood.
The way she talked.
The look in her eyes.
Her presence.
Just like you.
The more I talked to her
the more I saw you.
It hurt listening to her.
She was in love with you.
I could hear it in her voice.
You’ve been gone for a while
but you impacted so many people.
I wish I was one of those people.
I miss you,
even though I never met you.
Your life betrayed you.
You were no longer in control.
The end came too soon.
You were too good for this world.
I didn’t know you
but I know you.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
dead babies.
college.
music.
clean.
***** house.
*****
linda.
gabe.
gabe's teeth.
gabe's ***** teeth.
school.
friends.
leaving.
new orleans.
new orleans.
change.
change.
very worried.
adderall.
drugs.
more adderall?
shower.
clean.
clean.
emoticons are kinda lame.
sleep.
sleep.
want more smarts.
want more dumbs.
dumb dun dun.
tittle tattle rattle pattle goo.
************
attention.
attention.
more please!.
your dumb.
that's a defense mechanism.
air:
more of.
less again.
stop that.
stop stopping that. stop stopping stopping that. think about clouds. what will it be like in a year?
maybe people think I have weird hand gestures. maybe I'm thinking about them so much that they look weird. maybe I'm thinking about thinking about them too much too much.
oh god, hum. sing. play around the room. something already.
Don't look at me you ************
go. back. ***
I'm sorry. stay. look around.
I love it when your around. Your really amazing.
Do you like me?
Stop calling me so much.
Hey call me. Can I call you?
What are you thinking about?
I'm tired. I can't sleep. will you talk to me about my problems. problems are dumb. I have too many problems in my little head! I can achieve EVERYTHING
Hold me! Stop asking me to hold you. hold me? hold you? hold hands? Don't touch my hands. stop looking at them.
no, just no. sleep. shower.
clean breaks. will make me brake.
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
Billy (Bowb) joe
There ain't nothin new in hell tonight
cept the soul o' billy joe,
who killed a man in an unfair fight
so gabe sent him below,
he used a blade on an unarmed guy;
and a stand up guy to boot,
now his *** will fry he's said g'bye
coz to hell he is en route,
now beelzebub has got an itch
so bad that it needs scratchin
he takes billy joe as his new *****
n disease he is a catchin,
bill's boiled in oil n flash fried with rice
n he’s marinade in gin,
coz beelzebub well he ain't that nice
he’s gonna Chew on liddle him,
but Billy joe’s a repentant soul
feelin mighty fine n righteous,
bill has gotta goal gonna take his toll
n give nick gastroenteritis
alan nettleton.
May 26, 2011
May 26, 2011 at 7:33 AM UTC
All my life it's been hard to see the sun
With this giant shadow cast above
It started with a brother who was always great
And now a best friend, their greatness seems to hover
Thought once a grew older
And away from my brother
It would be easy to be great
Now over shadowed from another brother
For the longest time my name was "Gabe's Brother"
How I longed to have my own Identity
I wanted to be Greg ******
Qualities so great others could see
And now at work I have the same
Zack is always a little better a little faster
But what I don't see most times is
I'm actually smarter and stronger
I always try to see what I'm not
I used to ignore my own qualities
Looking now I see I am Greg
My own greatness my own personality
I may not have a six pack
Or be able to get the perfect ten
But I'm competent and a leader
I still have the capabilities to win
For once in my life I'm no longer under a shadow
For once I crawl out of the shadow and into the sun
I can proudly say that my name is Greg
No one to compare to, the number to my name is 1.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
i've been awake since 6am
i'm running on two and a half hours of sleep
i've been on the road since 7am
and i'm writing this at 1pm
i'm thinking about greggs sausage rolls
thinking about where i'm going in life
thinking about when this road will end
thinking about slowthai's yugioh cards
thinking about how much i love frank ocean
thinking about how i interpolate milo lyrics to fit my life
though i probably couldn't tell you what his words mean
thinking about how i drift from one person to the next
desperately searching for a new friend to cling to
thinking about why i didn't shave my face
for two weeks i was scared that with a blade in reach
i'd be tempted to slice my throat
if i drowned, would my body float?
thinking about how i should cut my hair
thinking about how i can act cuter
thinking about that coil girlfriend
but maybe i'll go for a boy instead
i burned my mouth on a greggs sausage roll again
so it looks like it's all going to plan
sometimes i view greggs as a temple
and the sausage roll is my zen master
i find solace in cheap british bakeries
just like how i find peace in a black man's philosophies
today i'll get my groceries from the nostrum grocers
and write poems at the apex of my sleepiness
this road is only going one way
and i can't go back to pick up the pieces
so i collect what i can to stitch together a new tapestry
made out of the few remaining pieces of the old me
maybe one day driver will say i have perfect hair
thinking about how excited i am to read tallen's messages on discord
it's nice hearing about his l5r discourse
thinking about how i promised to deliver instrumentals for quetzal
but i never did get started on them
thinking about my friend gabe's new album
and how i wish i had richard dawson's falsetto
and how i wish someone would hug me
but if i admitted that, that'd feel pretty needy of me
i don't know when this road will end
maybe i'm stuck on here forever
immortalised in the asphalt like a dead bird
approach me like you would your dad hanging in trafalgar square
i used to smile in every selfie
now it's a chore to smirk at all
but it ain't all bad
i might make curry on saturday
or maybe i'll make chicken soup
and it'll be better than hers
because i'll make sure to remove the bones
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
August 29, 2014
That was the first day of BIO 201 lab.
The first day for a lot of things actually
Like meeting the first who met my standards
Or meeting my very first college crush
Silly isn't it?
How it all sounds like it's high school again
But, from that day on, I couldn't stop saying his name
Gabe this, Gabe that, or Gabe (insert something nice here)
I remember I'd always tell my best friend
About how smart he was
It was the kind of brilliance that was contagious
It made you want to push yourself to be better
He was so intellectually stimulating
That it was inspiring and endearing to watch
I wanted to surround myself by people like him
I wanted to be surrounded by him
I never really thought much about it
It never came to mind why I spoke so much about him
Why all I see are the goods, even from his flaws
I wanted to know more about him
Until now...
Because now I know...
That maybe...
Just maybe...
I like him.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
Delyla and Gabe,
Sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G,
First comes love,
Then comes our dreams,
You went away and I was left to stay.
Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 2:53 AM UTC
It's 12:23 am and my sister comes knocking on my door.
At first I couldn't hear a thing
The fear through her eyes was so loud, it muted the world.
Logic sinked into my brain to listen
And I wish I hadn't.
"Mom's not waking up!" She cries.
Over
And over
Over
And over.
My feet are on the floor, pushing me out of the room.
I'm blinded by the lights-
The sudden wake.
I'm deafened by my fathers shouts,
"Gabe, wake up!"
Within seconds I'm beside him.
Speech has been slipped from me, but he looks into my eyes.
"She's not waking up."
No matter how many times I'm going to hear it tonight
I won't believe it.
"Help me," he says.
And I push him aside.
He shouldn't be here.
He shouldn't see this.
I kneel down to the bed
Her eyes closed
Mouth agape.
Pale.
She looks dead.
I was convinced she was dead.
Now I'm angry.
Who does she think she is?
I told her to stop,
"Mom, stop. This drinking problem you have needs to stop."
It never did.
She never listened.
Now look what she has done.
I slap her.
Right across the face.
I shout for mom, searching for it in her face.
Looking for the qualities
That make her the one who conceived me.
I find nothing.
And I slap her again.
My sister is in the corner of the room
With my brother,
All older than me.
All crying.
My father is beside me trying to keep his rock but
Even the most innocent plates inevitably reach an earthquake.
My other brother comes running upstairs
Dauntless as he thinks he is.
The ambulance is on its way.
She's leaving.
I slap her again.
Seconds later I'm pushed aside.
Help is here.
Then their in the room-
Touching her
Inserting her with unfathomable things.
Then one man lifts her hand
Right over her face,
As if it were a feather and he lets go.
But feathers are graceful and beautiful
My mothers hand
The one that now has lost the touch to ever gain back comfort on me again, drops like a brick.
A brick full of all her lies and all her pathetic ruthlessness, falls on her face.
They take her out of the room, still unconscious.
That was the last time I ever saw my mother,
Even though she's still alive and with me today.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
The grass smells sweet.
The breeze blows a warm wind,
Leaves floating from the trees and ground.
A beautiful day indeed.
Lightly moving a hand side to side,
The softness of the grass giving a sensation Indescribable.
A conversation so just and pure as a newborn.
Feeling safe and unworried.
Moments of happiness in a depressed mind.
The one thing known for sure.
A glance down.
“Gabe”
Dog print
LCHS
GABRIEL ISAIAH DION MARTINEZ
In the arms of his family Mar. 18, 1998
In the arms of Jesus Apr. 08, 2018
Grey and black granite block with a black and bronze plate on top.
Her safe place.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
I wander down
Old Macon Road
The countless years unreeling
I love the taste
Of yesterday
Reliving every feeling
I wander by
The old home place
To gaze through cracked old panes
The laughing ghosts
Are looking back
As it begins to rain
A sudden storm unleashes
And the memories
Fade once more
Just a house
With falling clapboards
As winds blow off a door
I wander down
Old Macon Road
As I have done so often
Now back to sleep
Till Gabe’s ole horn
In my old rusty coffin
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
Doctor split his chest free
cracked it wide open
like a blessed pit
Then doc tickled Gabe’s
heart with a scalpel
made it clean
Again he can go skirt
chasing and set his
**** straight
So the process can
begin again with
the pain
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
You never understood
You became my brother too
Part of my heart
Part of my life
Part of my soul
My love poured out for you
I reached out my hand to help you
I held on as much as I could
Thinking that somehow I'd be able to save you
From the hatred of others
The dull sickness in your stomach
I wanted to teach you, lead you
Protect you from everything including yourself
I wanted you to know the healing of words
Of caring and understanding
The safety of knowing somebody is there
Somebody who isn't blood isn't family
That it's possible for somebody to love you
because they grew to not because they felt forced to
Every word I say about you seems wrong now
Like it's past tense like you aren't coming home
As if you've forgotten where home truly is
I'm so angry at you for leaving like that
So livid for your lack of goodbye
For convincing me everything would be okay
Then just spiraling out of my reach
I want to pick up the phone and hear your voice
Hear you tell me you are okay
I am so sick of listening to them tell me your fine
I won't be fooled like that never again
This will not be okay until you return
Not that anything will be the same
You're now an uncle did you know that?
To a little boy named Gabe
Your brother is with another woman these days
I'm once again just the past
Maybe I belong that way
**** it Dommy....
I still miss you everyday.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
The one that got away
Frustrated and aggravated are the words I used today.
Because this season I met
Ms. The one that got away!
With family's merging, this was to be a soiree
In walks my husbands family and
Ms. The one that got away!
This is why you should RSVP !
So you will know who is coming!
So, You will know who it will be!
My husbands mother looked at me and smiled,
she said Eva was here for a conference
and she would be in town for awhile.
She explained that her and Gabe were old friends and that
they had dated each other since they were 10.
An she wasn't sure why Eva didn't close the deal .
The audacity of his mother bringing that up made me feel quite ill.
My brother smacked me hard on the shoulder
and said " ooh he has a type "
Then Everyone looked at her, than at me,
then my husband guided me up the stairs quickly,
obviously I was not happy
We have the same color hair, the same type of build, same eye color, it was getting quit weird.
As I came back down I stop in my tracks
to observe them together just to see how he acts.
How he melted in a puddle evertime she said whatever
my little girl ran up to her, thinking it was me .
Her dad picked her up and placed her on his knee
when I over heard Eva make such a remark
this is what our future would have been like such a lively spark.
just then I tripped over my dress
I fell down the stairs
I fell really hard and bumped my big head
my husband looked embearessed, he turned and looked away.
with tears welling up in my eyes,
my husband asked if I was ok
I over heard the conversation between you and ms. the one that got away
he kissed my tears and he whispered
please hear what I say
inspite of your clumsiness I just couldn't walk away
I would have been a fool to let you be
the one that got away.
So I looked pass him and I stuck out my tongue at you know who right away
and I'll have to worry about my mother in law clenching
her pearls some other day
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Proud being the Peacock
This was always the NBC trademark
The beauty of variation colors surrounding NBC
Yet there is another distinction, the legend Gabe Pressman
Mr. Pressman would investigate and report his findings
Even had his own NBC News Talk Show
Where there was news, Gabe Pressman put viewers in the know
If there were something wrong in investigating wrong doings, Gabe would establish
His years of NBC News
Gabe’s voice and stature made viewers to be enthused
As a Journalist, Gabe Pressman took his job serious because he had an obligation in bringing truth and he showed it being evidence
Viewers would be glued to their TV sets in what Gabe Pressman had to say and this was every day
The name Gabe Pressman was the man in showing NBC the media way
If Gabe Pressman was here today he would that is ok
Heaven got Gabe Pressman caught up
He is walking the Pearly Gates
This is something we all can relate
We bid Gabe Pressman in a job well done
Thank you for being among
Your journey being Heaven bound
There will be applause being the sound
Rest assured, Gabe Pressman is a name no one will ever forget
There is a Code Of Silence all around NBC
NBC-TV’s loss, but Heaven’s gain
The camera is ready in Heaven with your daily televise
Cry not, but remember who
Remember how, I accomplished through
Lights, Camera and so long
After, Gabe Pressman silently departed
The NBC letters describe Gabe Pressman best, Natural, Benefit and Concept
The combination that made Gabe Pressman of who he was a commodity
Gabe Pressman was the variation colors behind the NBC Peacock
A pride to honor and appreciation in what you achieved
This is Gabe Pressman reporting from NBC
Your final Bow
Journey on and So long now.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
I've met him twice; for months; and now years, into jubilees.
His name is Gabriel, and he means regret (in the language my heart only began to speak after him).
The way I know him, sinks deep into my soul like a splinter, hurting me more as he burrows. He refuses to love; is willing to be cared for. Never returns, doesn't even borrow, but nonetheless, he takes, and takes, and takes. He is a selfish man, the regret I've named Gabe.
We once held hands, and when I looked into his eyes, I poured my soul into the void he called his heart. And he took that love-and took it all, all, all and then gave it away.
My heart learned how to write songs because of Gabe. It broke, and it learned, and it began to write as if the endless words I wrote were expectant of the love he never gave; for the hurt he always seemed to be generous upon.
And I drank it all up, with a pinky held high, and he was not made of the substance I thought him to be. But Gabe was a lesson, was an epiphany, was an age-old history (of aeons of regret).
Yet, he was once the substance that had made me.
A bitter heartbreak over a cup of tea.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Five brighter than average grand children
for the weekend.
I should not brag,
but they seem brighter and less selfish than most
other people's
grandchildren. It is not genetic,
it's something in the wind.
Saturday begins at dawn.
Ranged four to eleven, waking youngest to eldest,
there begins a session of
Grandpa did you know?
Which I find great fun.
The narwhal's horn is its tooth, says Gabe, middle child.
I did not know that.
Grandma says she did.
All the children laugh.
I am a blessed man.
A verse to reverse your attention, attendere, wait and see,
bring up a child
in the way he should go,
be he wombed one or un,
and when he is old,
he'll not depart from it.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
"AHHHHH...MEN!"
Mary's mobile
bleeps.
Text.
( First 3 notes of SHAFT ).
It was the angel
Gabriel.
"Yo Mary babeeee!
Guess who's gonna be
the mother of God!"
She's all fingers
and thumbs.
Can't get used to
this new technology.
Preferred the blinding
flash of light
floaty dudes
who were a bit of alright.
She just sends
a "?" back.
Quick as a flash
Gabe texts her back.
"Hey girllll
it's you!"
She texts a curt
!!!NO WAY!!!
Mary panics: " Jesus Christ
I'm way too young to be
having the Son of God!"
She smothers her mobile
under a pillow.
Hoping that it will
just go away.
"BleepbleepbloodyBLEEP!"
it muffles messages.
When she dares to look next
there are like. . .!
69 unread
texts.
"I swear to God!"
she tells herself.
"I'm not having it!"
She deletes
the lot.
Un-friends Gabe & God>
Uses a word that isn't
nice!
"Good riddance to a bad lot!"
she convinces herself.
"I want to be my own
woman!"
Puts on the scarletest lippy.
Cleopatra's her eyes.
Hits the town.
Paints it red.
Ends up in a seedy
karaoke joint
G&T; in one hand
mike in the other
belting out:
"Once I was afraid...
I was petrified. . !"
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
One
They don’t know that 19-year-old doesn’t want them
The way they want to be wanted
To be needed
Like a housewife
To a loving caring husband
In their 30’s with four children and a great big house
He doesn’t share those dreams
Two
They like the attention they’re getting what they’ve never gotten before
When you used to be the ugly, weird girl
No one really paid attention to you
Until him
Even though you liked him first
Made sure he knew it
Had your friends help you message him
He was surprised
Three
He made you feel special
He told you that you were the only girl he was talking to
He told you that he seriously adored you
Four
We talked about everything
Almost
We talked about the good things in our day
We talked about movies
We talked about everything instead of what really was going on
I didn’t tell you I had an eating disorder
I didn’t tell you I was being abused
I didn’t tell you that every day I felt like ending it
That you and my friends were the only things keeping me tethered to the world
I didn’t tell you how much I loved you
How much I was falling
Five
You said how much you wanted to kiss me
Hold me, make sure that everything was okay
How you couldn’t wait for me to turn sixteen
11 months
Until...
Six
You couldn’t understand why I liked you so much
You said “I’m a letdown, It’s like when you thought you bought sweet tea but it’s actually unsweetened”
Verbatim
I thought that was so
Poetical
So deep
I realize now how wrong I was
Seven
You wanted to teach me how to kiss
Because I didn’t know how
I was unexperienced
Eight
We were so cringy
Looking back at it
I thought this supposed to be it
Calling you sweetheart and baby
When you barely knew the real me
You knew me but didn’t know
My trauma
What woke me up in the middle of the night
What I dreamed of
I longed for
My passion that I woke up every day to do
You didn’t know because I didn’t tell you
Because you never asked
Nine
You met my mom
Over video chat
I ensured her that she would love you
Just like I did
I told her all the good parts of you
And finally how happy I was with you
You said you were so nervous
But she didn’t think you were that bad
Ten
We wanted to meet up
We were going to meet at Hyvee
We planned it one day
When my mom had to pick up her medication
You were going to walk from your apartment while my mom went to the pharmacy
While I waited by the bathroom
Our plan was to have our first kiss
Maybe introduce you to my mom
Like we had both bumped into each other
Eleven
You were so much more attentive than Gabe
I told you about him
How he was my first real boyfriend
How he didn’t care
Or want to talk to me
But you did
And I thought
That was fantastic
Twelve
I thought I was the apple of your eye
But clearly I wasn’t
Thirteen
I got so many good poems out of you, it was crazy
Fourteen
Despite all the red flags I loved you
Fifteen
I was only fifteen
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
You're consistent
And my teenage dream
But here I am
No longer seventeen
Our love is real
But don't ask how I feel
I always want what I can't have
And I can have you so easily
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC