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For When You Brag To All Of Your Friends

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Tell them that it was sin.
Tell them that I wasn’t as tight as a virgin girl.
Tell them that you tossed me on my back and told me I liked it.
Tell them it wasn’t forced.
Tell them that’s why you couldn’t feel anything.
Tell them I was bare.
Tell them that I shaved just for you.
Tell them I was like the African Pyramids: robbed of all gold.
Tell them I wanted it.
Tell them that you were like hard liquor my body couldn’t handle.
Tell them how I should have liked it.
Tell them how I should have dropped to my knees and scrubbed your feet like a Jewish slave.
Tell them how I should have given my body to you again and again…

An Answer to the Question ‘Will We Break Up After High School?’

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The truth is this:
We don’t have much time left
And we’re all yearning to go back to four years ago
When it was okay to be
An undecided
Work of progress

On my best days
I want to cut myself in half
Let one side run free
Through the freshly paved streets
and keep the other one in to study

The simple fact is this:
You are every hook
Every song lyric
That I blister my feet dancing to

Every unexplored cave with it’s’ mouth wide open
Waiting to swallow me whole

I am a lonely traveller looking for home
And I will gladly be yours for one last year

If Everything Goes Right

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Junior year:
A chem class you can’t fail
They keep asking if you’re older
The boys think you’re twenty
And you can’t imagine
What they think the other girls are
Much curvier
The ones who shake the floor
With the wake of their waking thighs
Who move classrooms with their sighs
College searches late at night
“You’ll love it, you’ll love it”
The closeness of a tiny dorm
A city style campus
Student apartment housing
And rent
“You’ll rule the school next year”
Shaking the ground with the wake
Of your new found status
Talk of ready to go
And cars, cars, cars
And roadtrips
And beaches
Your talent that reaches past the sky

Unsticking Ourselves

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This year, we will grow tired of looking at each other everyday, keeping our lips locked with fear.

The regret will fill us up with a bitterness we can carry when we’re guilty.

Shyness is never a good enough excuse, and why be afraid to love?

I escape your looks everyday passing some of my own. Our eyes never meet, but the feeling’s the same.

A maybe that never happens.

You’re Wearing Skin

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I’ve known a girl with rich, dark skin and round cheeks with fluffs of hair.

She told me that she likes herself but would just like to lose 10 pounds.

I’ve known a girl with side burns and lovely hazel eyes saying she hates her body with scars on her ankle.

I’ve known a girl who knows too much, with curves and the tiniest waist you’ve ever seen, say she weighs herself everyday after classes.

I’ve known a girl who’s short and small saying she would like to lose her stomach and gain a flat one.

I’ve known a woman 300 pounds never once did complain.

I’ve known a girl with boobs as big as her head call herself fat and still eat a double cheese burger for breakfast.

I’ve known a girl weighing 110 at 5’9.

She says she wants to stay like that forever.

I’ve known a girl with chest acne and straight, limp hair.

She’s anemic and would like to gain muscle.

“I’m told there’s no going back, so I’m choosing forward.”

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In my mind, there will always be things that are salvageable.

You are not one of those things.

 

You are the spiral the journal that has sat in my closet for 8 years.

I threw that out yesterday.

 

We have gone on too long to continue like this. Relationships will end and we’ll be like good books to each other. I will remember you only when convenient, only when reminded by something else.

We will both move on, and the weight on our shoulders that once threatened to pull us below the tile, the grass, the soil, the earth’s core will slowly release itself and we’ll feel light again.

Memories don’t let us go the way they should. We’ve gone to far. I am not going back,