If there is one thing
I'm definitely trying to avoid,
it is having a girlfriend
or a boyfriend (ain't happening, dude),
'cause all this cheesiness
of having a lover
would drive me away
from utter sanity!
Like seriously,
since when did y'all like each other?
Who knew y'all were compatible?
Who knew romance could be this simple?
Who knew middle school
would be full
of juicy gossip
about who likes who
and who they like?
Well...
I should've known.
But here's one truth
that I know about myself:
I will never strive to date,
'cause what is up with all the ships
that dominate what me and my friends
like to talk about?
ESTÁ A LER
Love, Loss, and Life
Poesiaa collection of poems about my sixth grade year. no identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Love. Loss. Life. These are the three things that have been thrown at me...
