Graduation is in about 70 days.
and as i've been looking back on the last three years,
i've decided that if high school has taught me anything it's that heartbreak doesn't always come in the form of a cute boy with a sly smile.
and that sometimes you lay awake until 3am thinking about that time sophomore year when your best friend told you she doesn't really care about any of your problems.
I think if high school has taught me anything its that friends can break your heart too.
I've been on the receiving end of too many broken hearts, i've been a member of the lonely hearts club for too many sleepless nights
and I know i've probably broken my friends hearts too.
but I want them to understand
I think their too big for high school.
and that all those times I've told them I didn't like the boy they were dating I was really just saying
"no one is good enough to deserve you."'
we've all seen things that we weren't ready for, had to deal with things we were too young for but I want my friends to know they are amazing.
graduation is in about 70 days and I never want to stop talking to my friends.
So this is for gee bee, and becky, and stac,
I'm truly sorry if i've every broken your heart.
I promise to be there for you when the boy with a sly smile leaves, and for when he comes back.
You will all change the world someday, I know because you changed mine.
So this is for all the road trips, snapchats, texts, phone calls, facetimes, breakups, makeups, school dances, inside jokes, this is for you, and me.
This is for no more heart ache.
This is for the 6 years of friendship and for the 6 more.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Friday, March 4, 2016
Thanks Nelson
Another poem with Lauren Wright, a tribute to Nelson, slam team and all things poetry.
L+M I heard my first poem sitting in the back of the classroom, head down, eyes shut, mind on something else.
L This is about passion
M this is about writing about a boy 17 times
L+Mand the stars well, we'er still writing about those.
L+MI've memorized my favorite poem line by line, hoping that one day I will be able to write something just as beautiful.
L since I was four years old i wrote everything I could down, how I felt, how much my brother bothered me, how I loved the ocean.
M i have a dozen journals half full of untold stories only my heart knows how to read.
L There are poems that live in the corners of my mind fighting their way onto paper
L+M but no one that will listen.
L but he was there
M and so were we
L every Tuesday we wore our hearts on our sleeve
M the other day someone asked me what that stain was
L+M we told him Tuesdays were cancelled.
M and we never got out t-shirts
L+M Tuesdays were our
therapy sessions
life lessons
late night confessions
L and my mom can't get that stain out
M and she doesn't understand why we care so much
L+M I wrote poetry on my heart on my heart in permanent marker and it only took 4 days for the dry cleaners to get it out
M we learned to embrace messy handwriting an chaotic thoughts because it meant we had something to say.
L+M my math teacher taught me y=mx=b but words seem to be the only equation that solved nothing but emotions
M thank you to the boy i wrote about 17 times, you gave me a reason to write
L thank you to the boy who told me didn't love me, i figured out i loved writing more than I loved you
M Paris was more than just a metaphor
L more than just a place to go on Tuesdays during lunch
M and more than just blog posts on Sunday nights
L+M we never wrote to get into the top 5
L writing got me through the break up
M writing got me through the divorce
L+M writing got me through high school and we couldn't have done it without you
thanks nelson
L+M I heard my first poem sitting in the back of the classroom, head down, eyes shut, mind on something else.
L This is about passion
M this is about writing about a boy 17 times
L+Mand the stars well, we'er still writing about those.
L+MI've memorized my favorite poem line by line, hoping that one day I will be able to write something just as beautiful.
L since I was four years old i wrote everything I could down, how I felt, how much my brother bothered me, how I loved the ocean.
M i have a dozen journals half full of untold stories only my heart knows how to read.
L There are poems that live in the corners of my mind fighting their way onto paper
L+M but no one that will listen.
L but he was there
M and so were we
L every Tuesday we wore our hearts on our sleeve
M the other day someone asked me what that stain was
L+M we told him Tuesdays were cancelled.
M and we never got out t-shirts
L+M Tuesdays were our
therapy sessions
life lessons
late night confessions
L and my mom can't get that stain out
M and she doesn't understand why we care so much
L+M I wrote poetry on my heart on my heart in permanent marker and it only took 4 days for the dry cleaners to get it out
M we learned to embrace messy handwriting an chaotic thoughts because it meant we had something to say.
L+M my math teacher taught me y=mx=b but words seem to be the only equation that solved nothing but emotions
M thank you to the boy i wrote about 17 times, you gave me a reason to write
L thank you to the boy who told me didn't love me, i figured out i loved writing more than I loved you
M Paris was more than just a metaphor
L more than just a place to go on Tuesdays during lunch
M and more than just blog posts on Sunday nights
L+M we never wrote to get into the top 5
L writing got me through the break up
M writing got me through the divorce
L+M writing got me through high school and we couldn't have done it without you
thanks nelson
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