Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXXV
When I was 15, First Love and I spent Christmas in Florida with his father. I'm not sure exactly how I convinced my mother that would be okay, but I did. Later, when we broke up right before my prom, and no, I still haven't forgiven him for that, especially in light of the fact that he also dumped me on a birthday once… where was I? Oh yeah. I was sad, looking through the box with all of his old love letters and all of the seashells we'd collected on the beach near his father's apartment. And I wrote this little gem. Enjoy. Especially you, Alex. It's untitled.
And I looked into your eyes
The stars were shining brightly
And the world just passed us by
The time remained forever
And the place was by your side
Now I watch you walk away
There's an emptiness* inside
Very anti-climactic, eh? If a climax is what you seek, perhaps you'll find it in Volume XXXIV
* Original spelling: emptyness
