The Beginning

A cute little girl, from Maryland

An alluring secret, like catching wind.

A third grade me, nine years old.

Just one look, and I was sold.

My dreams were filled, by her blue eyes.

My heart grew, to twice its size.

My life had changed; I didn’t know it.

Now I do, that I’m a poet.

She became, my first love.

We just fit, like hand and glove.

Eight years later, the love remains.

Ever coursing, through my veins.

Recesses spent, by the kickball field.

All alone, yet unconcealed.

We’d always sit, at the back of the bus.

We’d sit down low, none could see us.

On the bus, I’d hold her close

That’s what I, remember most.

Holding hands, I’d kiss her cheek.

The sure highlight, of every week.

Sitting close, touching knees.

We didn’t believe, in the cooties disease.

And then one day, she just left me.

A sting not matched, by a killer bee.

My one escape: Avril Lavigne

“Fall To Pieces”, so serene.

Losing her, I was so lost.

One last walk, in the frost.

Beautiful blossoms, and a white backdrop.

I trudged through snow; I couldn’t stop.

My last hope, a sweet bouquet.

The close of a door, dreams swept away.

Life moves on, I learned that quick.

Not looking back, that’s the trick.

Seventeen now, she still loves me.

I think she always has, to some degree.

Best friends, since nine years old.

That is why, we’re frequently told,

That we’d get married, eventually.

Is it fate? Potentially.

But for now, I’m just Cheeseburger.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.