age: eleven
Audrey stays away
from James and Anjelique,
because seeing them together
was making her feel bleak.
She goes to camp alone
where she would've usually gone with him;
thought a day without the two of them
would make her feel less grim.
So it was with extreme surprise
that she, then, finds them there;
in the cabin she and James,
for years, had used to share.
Her bag falls on her shoulder
and her face contorts to a frown;
while his presence was indeed welcomed,
hers had brought her down.
"What're you guys doing here?"
she asks, in a falsely cheerful tone.
"I thought you weren't coming,
instead, on an adventure on your own."
James gives her a grin
and throws an arm around her shoulder.
"I told Anjelique about the camp
and thought that I could show her."
Audrey wants to snap at him
and demand he made her go.
But where was her godawful right
to tell him to do so.
So it was with a heavy heart
that she turns her back on him,
and while she wasn't walking out his life
she wasn't doing it on a whim.
The scenes of them together:
oh 'tis making her fists clench.
She'd rather be alone and happy
than be a miserable friendless wench.
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dedication: for SeargeantHagar,
idk man... why do you give this shite poetry a chance xD
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PoetryAudrey likes James, James likes Anjelique. Audrey hates triangles, James loves obliques. copyright © eliza. april twenty-fifteen.