Annonymous.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

-perks of being a wallflower

Love; One of life's greatest lessons. You need to learn.

I used to be this girl. But I have learned, and let go. I am writing this because of situations I've been in the past.



So incredibly wonderful, and so disastrously painful.

You can't contain yourself, you can't sleep.

The spectacular storm in your stomach, the room constantly spinning around.

Nauseating bliss, no other way to describe it.

And since no one spiked your drink, you know she must be causing it.

You close your eyes, and the future plays in your head.

Dancing in the kitchen, sneaking out when no one's home.

Laying in the grass, sharing headphones, staring blank into space.

Making out on Friday nights, wearing scarves when it's 80 degrees.

Restless, your thoughts are indescribable.

Doing absolutely nothing becomes the most amazing something.

And her face is the most mesmerizing thing you have ever seen.

And her voice is the most beautiful choir you have ever heard.

And her fuck is the most agonizing pleasure you have ever felt.

And her love is the most addicting drug you have ever taken.

But she gets bored of you, you fucking addict.

She's had enough of those Friday night makeout sessions,

and those Saturday afternoon fucks.

and those Sunday 'Good Morning' texts,

and those Monday lunches and walks.

She wants you to go away, doesn't matter where.

And you punch the wall like a pussy.

And you cry until your eyes burn.

And your knuckels are bloody.

And your knees are dirty.

And your bones are weak.

And your heart is breaking.

And she doesn't give a shit.

Your life will go on, I promise it will.

Drifting.

The people you were once sooooo close to, the people you've known forever, the people you've been with through everything, the people you laughed and had fun with and did the craziest things, just drift away. I know it's a part of life, and after high school, everyone takes their own paths, but it hurts.