a hot

summer day

voices fill up the halls as the

lunch bell rings

sweat beading on the back of my neck

you’re already in the popsicle line

waiting for me

amused at how my head

turns and turns,

looking for you

the sweetest thing that day

wasn’t the ice cream.

I didn’t want to fall for you,

But your bright eyes and warm smile

Stole my heart.

I didn’t want to fall for you,

But your warm embrace and open hands

Locked me in.

I didn’t want to fall for you,

But your stupid jokes and kind words

Kept me close.

I didn’t want to fall for you,

But you made it so hard.

So I ask you kindly

To either let me down gently

Or fall with me too.

Who makes knives that look like plastic?

(Someone smart—perhaps sarcastic?)

As I cut my fingers off …

Keeping me from playing golf.

Should I scream or should I sue?

Please tell me what I should do!

Who makes knives that look like plastic?

That’s a move that’s much too drastic—

As my fingers start to bleed

Stopping that, is what I need.

Please get me a tourniquet—

Stop the bleeding really quick!

Who makes knives that look like plastic?

Someone sharp and too bombastic.

Now I can’t count more than two—

Unless I take off both my shoes.

That's why I’m feelin’ really dumb.

Thank God, I’ve got both my thumbs.

Copyright 2020

How could you.

How could you say I have a gorgeous soul and a beautiful laugh.

How could you say I’m so sweet and that you love me.

How could you complain ruthlessly about your boyfriend, when you know I know I could treat you better.

When I’m trying to block out the idea of us, and trying not to cry when I see your smile.

When I’m trying to let you go.

When I’m trying to forget our initials in a tree, you on the subway and refusing to stop hugging me first.

When I’m still so in love with you.

How could you.

Every day, you wipe my tears, begging down at your knees for me to not cry. You say crying is for the weak. But it's hard for me to say my real, deep feelings. It's painful, and if I need to cry to do this, then please let me.

I missed you, did I ever tell you that?

We hadn’t talked in over a month, and stubborn as I am, I didn’t call. I didn’t text. I didn’t even say hi. But, that’s how it always is isn’t it. We both know I’m not a gryffindor. I don’t have a single grain of courage, and somehow that applies to picking up a phone and typing a message. Maybe that’s why we work so well together, you make up for my stupidity, stubbornness, and lack of courage. I missed that.

Go to sleep, eat your dinner, do your homework..!

I’m not your mom, much as I sound like it sometimes. But, you have to sleep. No, I’m not trying to get you off the phone. I could talk with you until 6 am the next morning, but it’s almost midnight. You have a test. You need rest. And, I see it in your eyes, fluttering, struggling to stay open. You’re tired, go to sleep. Goodnight, I....

“I adore you.”

Shut up. LALALALALALA!! I can’t hear youuuuu. Yeah sorry, I can’t take a compliment. Don’t spite me please. You know what, I adore you too, everything about you. You’re the most wonderful person my presence has ever been graced with in my menial existence. HA, how do you like that? I adore YOU.

I actually do adore you.... it wasn’t just sarcasm

I hope that you know I wasn’t joking. Sure, it was sarcastic, to counter what you said about me. But, that’s how it is with us. We just skip around with sarcasm, and debates, and silly arguments. I hope you know, I mean what I say sometimes. Not when I say you’re rude, not when I say I hate you, not when I say you’re mean to me. I never mean that. Everything you do is endearing, it lifts my spirits every day I talk to you. It’s not always sarcasm.

You’re my best friend.

I have nothing to say but that, you’re my best friend. Through everything my own brain and my own thoughts put me through, somehow you’re always there. I don’t believe in the glorified Hollywood idea of best friends where you just have a single friend, and that’s the only person you always talk to, and have an eternal bond with secret meeting places. But, if that were to exist, I’d want to have that with you. I’d want to do all the stupid stuff with you. Sneak out of the house, go to prom, build a treehouse, share a college dorm together, go on a road trip together, scream lyrics at the top of our lungs, get drunk when we’re 21, go to a karaoke club for all I care. I want memories with you.

I don’t know how else to say it. And no, it’s not a traditional way to say it. But, I don’t care. I missed you, take care of yourself, I adore you, it’s not sarcasm, I want memories with you.