The Back of Alex’s Head

*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


Ruled by a combination

Hormone fueled carnality

Insecure, despairing

Mulling my mortality


Struggling for independence

Dysfunction in my home

How does anyone survive youth?

World, 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


For four long years in high school

He sat in front of me

Sweet torture— his eyelashes

So long, how could he see?


The many shades from dark to blonde

In his long thick hair

Not once did he turn around

To see me sitting there


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


Matriculated, I traded

Alex for Stanley

Aft of him in dance class

He danced for the company


Stanley also never turned around

This time I didn’t care

Had he, I’d have been caught

With my tendency to stare


Sigh 😔 


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

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