To: The Guy I Should Stop Writing About
i've imagined our last names together
so many times
and it doesn't fit
as much as i want them to
they don't go together
but we do
or maybe we don't
maybe the version i remember of you
is different than what was real
they say dreams are
what people really mean
but maybe they aren't
maybe i didn't dream of you
maybe it was a nightmare
even though you never could be
you could hold a knife to my neck
and i'd still tell my friends
about the way you looked at me
i've never looked in your eyes
i realize
maybe i'm scared what would happen
if i did
how ironic is that?
YOU ARE READING
Paper Airplanes
PoetryPaper Airplanes is a poetry book dedicated to all the friends I have left behind -- even the ones I no longer get along with. As I graduate high school in less than a month, I've written so many poems and I know I'm not the only teenage girl going t...
