We graduated...
That's when I knew it was over
Bittersweet was the feeling
So I think back of the memories that was there
I remembered first day of senior year
I was walking under the pavilion with my phone in hand
I stared at my friends table
there were some new people sitting there none of my friends
I wondered where they were?
As I walk in confusion, I also was thinking about the nervousness of seeing my crush
I look down at my phone ready to text my close friend
I texted her , 'where are you?' hoping to get a reply
I looked back up
The eye
The eye was looking at me
This was the person I was nervous to sort of see
I don't know what my feelings were then
or how I really felt when I saw him
But I saw him looking at me as if he's trying to hold it together
As if by seeing my appearance was a shock
I don't know how to describe what he may have felt
For me my thoughts were, my outfit must of really looked good today
Because the first day of school I was wearing an outfit that my sister helped fix out and I thought I looked really 'glow'd up'
I kept walking forward
I noticed that he went to his group of friends on the side again looking like he couldn't hold it together
Again like a shock or admiration
I'm not sure
I walked closer enough that I was now near him and his friends
I glanced to the side to see what was going on I supposed
Out of routine my insecurities came to play
I was wearing my last year backpack to a new school year
That thought made me walk a bit faster
Yup such a little but stupid thought right?
On the contrary, I also was happy at the fact that my backpack was low enough to cover my butt
One of my insecurities
I know I don't have the biggest butt so I've never wanted to show it. People in my generation glorified girls with big butts and quote on quote 'thick girls'. I'm not thick and also don't have the "luxury" of a big butt.
So that backpack was a relief
A small but calmness relief
Luckily I found my friends
and that was that...
However it wasn't
1st class gone by
then 3rd
then now 5th since today is odd day classes
5th period was over
We was done listening to rules and all the other boring stuff
When I walked out that building I rub my eyes in tiredness
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What the Quiet Girl has to Say
PoetryMany topics ranging from social anxiety to highschool crushes. This is like my personal diary but I'm willing to share and talk about my experiences and journeys through this poem. Come join the ride with me.