It was funny how I would become scared because it felt like sometimes you would stop breathing besides me.
You were shy and crippled so far away that people couldn't even hear your whispers. But I could hear. I was right besides you and I'm sure you don't remember but you opened yourself up to me a little, talked more, tried more, smiled more. I don't remember what happened to change it.
Maybe it included the fact that it was my turn to breakdown compleatly, God's plan. I didn't know anymore and so I didn't feel alive anymore and we weren't in the same year anymore or class or seating plan.
We weren't very close friends. But it's strange...You changed so much.
You'd got boyfriends and talked back a little more. You rebelled and cut and dyed your hair. I won't judge you but it hurt when you disrespect all that piece of cloth provided. You wore make up and clung to gossip so vividly. You made a place, but like always you never did really make it your place. I won't judge you. I don't really know you. Just wondering, a stranger wandering.
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Nobody's Silent Saviour
PoetryA selection of poems on varying topics, none of which are for the faint hearted. Some pieces touch on some personal experiences but most are just fictional writing in which I've attempted to be spontaneous and take on a different perspective or expe...
