my teacher doesn’t know my name so it shouldn’t matter if i don’t submit my essay on time

and we’ll be friends at parties 

laughing but tired.

nothing but sickly pop music to drown the looks we get

and i’ll have a dream where we meet at a park bench

laughing but tired.

we’ll befriend the sun who blessed us with freckles.

and i’ll see you around

laughing and tired.

we’ll be burned out, but it will be okay.

#poetry #friends #tired #laughing