"What is up with all these ships?"
is a question I once asked myself,
but is it just me,
or have I known all along?
Drama, drama, drama
weighs more than karma, karma, karma.
I don't know why it does,
but it's what I see right now-
at least when it comes to middle school.
Holding hands? I gag.
Kissing? I barf!
And if I ever have to hear
banging and moaning
echoing in restroom stalls,
I might as well call home,
'cause these ships are getting hella crazy!
But, alas, there is also a beauty to these "ships,"
as it brings two people together
even as their friends annoy them
to be together forever.
It doesn't always work that way, though-
in fact, it never really does-
but I get why ships exist now.
It brings people together
to talk about something
that's drama, drama, drama,
without any karma, karma, karma;
and that's okay
because middle and high school ships
will either sink in despair,
or float in love.
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Love, Loss, and Life
Poetrya 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...
