Various Works

My Michelley

In the dying days of Summer, we became

friends. Over a "notebook of death", no less.

Your ivory smile, night-colored hair, and dark

brown eyes are forever burned into my mind.

 

You broke up with him over the next, and

my heart heard the siren song of yours.

Before the leaves had fallen, however, he

had claimed it. That was my coldest Winter.

 

Your relationship with him ended by the birth

of Spring. Through pandas, I asked you to Prom.

Within seven days, he was back. You cast me

aside; you left me to wallow in my own despair.

 

Two years have passed since this all began. Still

"with" him, my brother and you chase one another.

I've always called you "My Michelley"; you've

always me "my Jacobo". But, you've never been mine.