"garrett" poems - Hello Poetry

I might have told you some of these things, If you were alive. You had an amazing body from the moment we hit seventh grade. Your ***** just sat, round and high, Your ******* pointed straight outward, Like a freak of nature, or an action figure. Cheering at football games Girls hated standing next to you because You peeled their boyfriend’s eyes from their skirts to yours. One summer night on Garrett’s roof, After making turkey sandwiches at two in the morning, ******* the fumes in your thin lips, Watching the smoke twist in the air In front of your ice blue eyes, And your white blonde hair, We talked about *** About how it’s ****** up how it is so much harder For girls to have ******* Then I dated Jesse, After you. We were 16. Sometimes I think about the night I told you I was sorry, In the parking lot by the river. Your breath smelled like Doritos and cherry ***** You fooled around with your pink shirt Telling me it was ok. We talked about our secret handshake. We talked about how you used to want to be nicknamed cupcake, We talked about the time we had a séance. Age eleven bringing back ****** On your screened-in porch, Warm air swayed the candle flames, Crickets in the darkness around us, Suddenly, A biker knocked over your trashcan in the ally. You are dead now. But you did it. Sometimes I’ll eat too much, Or ***** Or smoke half a pack of cigarettes, When I think about you. One night last summer I ate an entire half-gallon of vanilla ice cream, Alone in my kitchen. My stomach felt sick for three days. I walk the trail behind your house, The one where you think you started your period. The first place we ever smoked *** I talk to the trees about you. When the wind blows the branches And the dry leaves sound, In that gentle shudder, Along the cold ground, My skin prickles, And the hair on my arms rises towards the sky.

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC

elise-davis

Cupcake

I might have told you some of these things, If you were alive. You had an amazing body from the moment we hit seventh grade. Your ***** just sat, round and high, Your ******* pointed straight outward, Like a freak of nature, or an action figure. Cheering at football games Girls hated standing next to you because You peeled their boyfriend’s eyes from their skirts to yours. One summer night on Garrett’s roof, After making turkey sandwiches at two in the morning, ******* the fumes in your thin lips, Watching the smoke twist in the air In front of your ice blue eyes, And your white blonde hair, We talked about *** About how it’s ****** up how it is so much harder For girls to have ******* Then I dated Jesse, After you. We were 16. Sometimes I think about the night I told you I was sorry, In the parking lot by the river. Your breath smelled like Doritos and cherry ***** You fooled around with your pink shirt Telling me it was ok. We talked about our secret handshake. We talked about how you used to want to be nicknamed cupcake, We talked about the time we had a séance. Age eleven bringing back ****** On your screened-in porch, Warm air swayed the candle flames, Crickets in the darkness around us, Suddenly, A biker knocked over your trashcan in the ally. You are dead now. But you did it. Sometimes I’ll eat too much, Or ***** Or smoke half a pack of cigarettes, When I think about you. One night last summer I ate an entire half-gallon of vanilla ice cream, Alone in my kitchen. My stomach felt sick for three days. I walk the trail behind your house, The one where you think you started your period. The first place we ever smoked *** I talk to the trees about you. When the wind blows the branches And the dry leaves sound, In that gentle shudder, Along the cold ground, My skin prickles, And the hair on my arms rises towards the sky.