The Back of Alex’s Head

*I’m re-posting a link 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
Combined with rage and fear

Hormone fueled irrationality
Ruled by self doubt and so
Despairing of the future
Which I’d much rather forego

Struggling for independence
To escape dysfunction at home
How does one survive their youth?
Oh please leave me alone!

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

All those years of high school
He sat in front of me
I’d dream about his eyelashes
So long…How could he see?

The many shades from dark to blonde
In his long thick hair
If only he had turned around
And seen me sitting there

I—a lump of sadness
What a couple we’d have made
He—the sculpted David
I think I needed to get…out of that grade

After high school I traded
Alex for Stanley
In dance class—always behind him
He was a dancer in the company

He also never turned around
This time I didn’t care
If he had, I’d have been caught
I had a tendency to stare

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/