Who even likes bleachers
They're cold
Uncomfortable
Whatever metal they're made of
And the grooves in it
Just makes me want to scream
Hours upon hours of my life
Wasted because I had to sit on the bleachers
Why couldn't I
Have had
A best friend
Or even
A boyfriend
I'd even have taken a
Girlfriend
Someone
I loved
Dearly
To make all that time on the bleachers
Worthwhile
Why couldn't
It be like the movies
My crush seeing me sitting there
And whisking me away
From whatever football game was going on
I don't even like
Football
Or sports
For that matter
Why did I spend
So much time on bleachers
Just waiting for something to happen
I knew wouldn't
Because
I wasn't a main character
In a coming of age teen movie
Nothing special
Like that
Ever happened
In that town
At that school
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
