Poems and Feelings

Snow

I've learned...  that weather isn't impacted by hopes,  just like feelings aren't impacted by notes that you write on your phone when it's dark and youre so damn alone,  and youre just wishing for a snow day so you can see him. Because he has the right to see them. He has the right to choose them over you because they were more brave and they are and always will be more interesting than you. But not you. Me. This is what has come to jeer, the simple act of writing notes on my phone that nobody will hear. The simple act of wanting a day off so fucking bad just so that maybe I can see him on my birthday. And maybe I won't have to turn in the papers that I haven't written. That would be a bonus even if they're worthless. I wish school didn't matter. I wish that wishing mattered. That every time I looked at the stars with him and wished,  always the same thing mind you. Always. That someday it would matter. I wish that I mattered...