We rode around
In circles
In the middle of the night
We decided we were better than everyone
Decided to assume the title of rebel without a cause
We talked about the suburbs
And how everyone here is devoid of meaning
We talked about the places we would go when we had money
And the people we would see.
We talked about assholes from high school
And dreamed of the day we would look down on them
Off of high pedestals, with more to our hours than they had to their names
We whistled in the moonlight
And held hands in the tall grass
We made blood pacts with safety pins and wrote down everything we wanted out of love
We said we hoped he would have long hair and tattoos and sing in a band maybe
We hoped he would tell us we were pretty and look past all the things we see
We said all of these things and put them in a book
In a nook in the attic
And left it all there and let memories fade
Until today when I found it
In an old house, on an old beaten road
In a house that was bought and now is sold
And I look in the mirror and in the air I drown
Because I know I have let that little girl down
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I always like to feel transported into someone’s world when I read their poems, and I definitely felt that when reading this. A great read.
Thank you <3
This is beautiful.
Thank you!
A beautiful piece.
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This is incredible & beautifully written.
Incredible!
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