2020.
We are matured enough,
Though barely, still;
To understand our feelings.
Younger me makes a big mistake.
I am waiting in line
To go to the bathroom
(covid had us doing scheduled bathroom breaks)
Standing next to you
And clutching a note
that is crumpled and wet from the sweat in my palms.
I nervously call your name
And hand you the note.
I walk away so I don't have to see the hurt, betrayed look on your face.
I don't like you anymore.
Im sorry.
I am breaking up with you.
-June
You disappeared from class for fifteen minutes until
She goes to make sure you are okay.
She finds you crying in the bathroom stall;
Or at least that's what I presume
When five minutes later, you both
walk back into class.
Your face is red and your eyes puffy and wet.
Later, I find a neatly folded note on my desk.
I HATE YOU.
Why would you do this to me?
Don't you dare tell your parents about this note.
My mother finds the note three hours later
and tells me to
never talk to you again.
I remember the horrified look on your face when you explained to me
That your parents would kick you out
If they found out you were bisexual.
You did not talk to me for three days after that.
Your parents never did find out the truth.
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She's Everything. (Short poetry series)
PoetryThese poems are written in chronological order of real events, from my perspective, that took place in my life before during and after my first relationship and my experience with it. Thanks for reading, i appreciate the support!
