secondary school came:
year 7.
my tie was too tight
and
my skirt too long
and
my blazer felt undeniably awkward.
i walked to school by myself,
my backpack was empty
and my chest heavy.
i walked through the gates
and immersed myself in the crowds.
thinking of you.
we had to line up in our forms
and i saw you there.
your hair was not spiked up anymore
and flopped back naturally,
your eyes were more green than they were blue now,
you looked taller;
hotter.
you talked with the people around you
and drew their attention.
girls adored you
and you did not mind because you and stacey had broken up over the holiday,
but you did not tell me
and i had to find out by myself
as people whispered about you in class.
so,
when i came across you in my history class at the back of the room,
next to the only empty chair available,
it was awkward.
you opened the conversation,
as i did not have the guts to
and
you asked me what i did over the holiday
and i told you that,
"i didn't do anything,"
because i really hadn't,
i was lonely and sad
because you had left me all alone.
i told you this because you were beginning to annoy me with your questions,
then you told me,
"you'll never be alone again, i promise."
you left me to eat lunch with your other friends.
