The Back of Alex’s Head

I truly hated high school

And wished to disappear

Self destructive recklessness

United rage and fear

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Ruled by a combination

Hormone fueled carnality

Insecure, despairing

Mulling my mortality

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Struggling for independence

From dysfunction at home

How does anyone survive youth?

World, please leave me alone!

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That wish had one exception

As futile as it was

There was a boy named Alex

(In home room) Who gave my life a cause

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For four long years in high school

He sat in front of me

Sweet torture— his eyelashes

So long, how could he see?

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The many shades from dark to blonde

In his long thick hair

Not once did he turn around

To see me sitting there

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A sad sack of sadness

What a couple we’d have made

He—the sculpted David

I so needed to get lai out of that grade

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Matriculated, I traded

Alex for Stanley

Behind him in dance class

He danced for the company

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Stanley also never turned around

This time I didn’t care

Had he, I’d have been caught

With my tendency to stare

~Sigh 😔 

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June 19, 2015 Prompt: Fifteen Credits~ What do you miss about high school?