The other day
I overheard
Someone ask
“Who would like poetry?”
And I thought
“Yeah, who would?”
As I stared at my phone
The screen lit up
With the countless words
Of the poems I wrote
Why do I like it?
I was never good with words
Yet I continued to type
And I spend my time
Making poems of her
And of life
And of friends
I suppose I like poetry
Because it’s the only way
I can get these words out.

My heart so hard of feeling
Has cast its hook to sea
A force pulls as it’s reeling
Going further away from me.

The line that held my precious hook
Has snapped between the force
What was once open like a book
Is now love unclear and coarse.

I wanted to believe
That we could be happy together
You and I
We could be lovers
Lovers intertwined
Tied together by fate
Because my heart
Longs for you
But your heart
Longs for someone else
And so far
I have no chance
Being with you

He has
Light blue braces
And an amazingly cute smile

But she

She has
Dark blue braces
And the most beautiful smile
That would
Immediately
Make me happy
Regardless
Of how I felt
Before

I sit on the bus
Barely talking in this crowded space
Which is odd—
We used to ride together and talk.

I walk down the stairs
After I enter the school
Which is odd—
We used to race up the steps every day.

I go to Spanish class
Everyone’s quiet and working
Which is odd—
You used to always make a ruckus.

I find my way through the halls
Lost and confused
Which is odd—
I used to just follow you to every class.

I end my day finally
Still thinking about our memories
Which is odd—
They never used to be just memories.