*In memory of my high school crush who passed away this week. Peace Alex.
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
Dysfunction in my 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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I— a sack of sadness
What a couple we’d have made
He—the sculpted David
I so needed to get… out of that grade
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Matriculated, I traded
Alex for Stanley
Aft of 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
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Sigh 😔
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June 19, 2015 Prompt: Fifteen Credits~ What do you miss about high school?
https://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2015/06/19/the-back-of-alexs-head/
I’m sorry for your loss, Lydia. xoM
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I’m glad you reposted this, but sad that your friend has passed away–much too young.
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We weren’t really friends. He never turned around. It is very sad that he was so young. My heart goes out to his family.
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