1,001 MOMENTS OF ɪ ᴅ ʏ ʟ ʟ ɪ ᴄ ᴘ ᴇ ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴄ ʜ ᴏ ʀ.

no.25: TANGERINES LOOKIN' MORE LIKE ORANGES.

it's like you got a new whip
over your six year old nissan langley
so you choose the benz
naturally

personally
i'd choose the langley
but in a situation of friends
i'd choose ellie

when ellie came between, cameron wanted
nothing with me.

i saw the two in the bus seat
and
we started fighting. ellie.

i called her stupid and was angry. punched her
once and started bawling. she kicked me and did the same. i called her "smelly" because
it rhymed with ellie. logically "elly"
and nearly "ellie", elle, elie, and elle.
this is why i don't remember.

it hurt when we fought. because deep down
i obviously still cared.
i watched her go to her stop
and walk into her house.

i remembered the day she told me
which was hers.
and to this day sometimes
i still look out at it
when i can.

she was rich.
i was not.
i am not.
considering the size of her house.

containing my feelings inside
so big brother couldn't see me cry.
i went into the bathroom at night.
asked God to forgive me
young hands
folded
on cold, crying grounds.

i asked Him for ellie back.

i went back to school the next day.
recess
recessed and i gathered up courage. or i think we both knew
what we wanted.

ellie stood shyly by a tree. i stood somewhere
near her
with cameron
and we talked about
our mishap
from yesterday.

ellie approached me
i'm still shy to this day like that
a bit introverted, likely.

we told each other sorry
at the same time and recess ended in laughing.
we had good days and bad
me
the quiet one
being put in the middle
and once or twice
it was ellie and cameron arguing
never again was it me.

but
they never
forgave.
my heart broke when ellie said that she was
moving away

cameron was happy.
i was
sad.
but
i
moved on in life while
ellie
moved on in georgia.

i've been to atlanta
and i've been searching
and i'll never forget
my dear friend ellie.
my heart is raw like a teenage tangerine.