Wednesday, April 30, 2014

My Bags Were Packed

My Bags Were Packed

“I’m ready to leave!”
I told my mom
My bags were packed and ready to go
She wasn’t ready
In fact
Quite the opposite
She didn’t want to go
She wanted to stay
She liked my school
She still does
So do I
So did I
It wasn’t the school
It wasn’t the teachers
I actually really like the teachers there
It was this kid
Only one
We both hated each other
We both took part
I admit he’s not the only bully
We were both bullies
To each other
We didn’t bully anybody
But each other

Then something shifted
I don’t know what
But something changed

We still aren’t friends
We still don’t like each other
But we aren’t enemies
We’re just classmates

This is what keeps me here
The fact that
Things do get better
Yes they do
Things get better

Poet Poem

Here's one of my newest poems:

Poet poem

There are already so many
Lost hours
Of play
With my dog
Who loves me so much more than I could ever love her
She loves me more
She loves me so much
I can’t argue
Because I know she’s right
She does
Love me
Than I could ever love her
She loves me more
I could
Give her
Every last drop of
My love
And it still wouldn’t suffice
And every time I tell her
“No” or, “Bad girl”
My heartache
Aches more
Every time
Just to rub it in
The regret
And the love
She licks me