My Poetry

Sakura Blossom

He gave me a Sakura Blossom.
He said they were absolutely gorgeous
He asked me if I was disappointed
Why would I be?
He said I was absolutely gorgeous.
He said,
“I’m also saying there there ought to be a festival in your honor,
but that’s more subtle.” 

I didn’t know there were festivals in honor of sakura blossoms.
I do now.
He said roses are cliché.
So I looked up flower meanings.
I gave him the Camellia Japonica.
Camellia japonicas are beautiful.
And Ember made him post it. 

She was crazy, you know,
But all the best people are.
It’s not that normal people are boring,
It’s that crazy people are fascinating.
It’s that crazy people do things that no one else would,
It’s that crazy people change your life.
And she did.
And she will never know that. 

We liked cuddling,
He’d pull me closer.
How do you breathe?
We liked food.
Sometimes, his mom packed strawberries.
Other times, she packed grapes.
What a downgrade. 

My cat has PTSD,
His cat broke a plasma ball.
We don’t have dogs.
He’s socially awkward,
I’m socially broken.
I don’t know which parent he got his hair color from.
(Why can’t I remember their hair colors?)
My hair color is fake. 

For Halloween, we shared candy.
Thanksgiving, he met my family.
Christmas, he gave me a bracelet, a necklace, and matching earrings.
New Years, he said the first thing he wanted to do in the new year,
Was kiss me.
He didn’t. 

It was a Monday,
The second to last day before Christmas vacation,
And I asked him,
“Why are you so distant lately?”
And I got,
My answer. 

I cried on Christmas,
On New Years,
And on my birthday,
When he didn’t show up. 

He wrote a poem about me,
I still read it sometimes,
When I need a reason to smile.
I’m writing a poem about him,
Something to feel better,
When I only want to cry. 

Sometimes he still hugs me,
Most of the time he doesn’t.
Sometimes I’m really happy,
Most of the time I’m not.
Sometimes I hate him,
Most of the time I love him.