BETS

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I need you
I need you
I needed you
Cafeteria days were most painful
Fitting in and comparison with the cool tables
Pretty girls pretty curls and marathon legs
I was the coffee grounds in the filter
The never chosen
The dregs
Till I was sought after by the most troubled of the youth
He took my hand and carried my books
He played the part and spoke the lines with glitter in his eyes
And diamonds in his smile
For a moment I was okay in my skin
Until
Confessions by friends turn to sobering nights full of discord and disgust
My paper stained tear colored and
Words scribbled on page
It was a bet that made him act this way
He lost it and my heart was his punishment
My body scorned shameful in front of him
It lasted a day and I should've known better than to ever thing that I could be more than
A feather to these vultures
These are middle school wounds abbey placed on my head that I never asked for
Scars my nightmares
And tarnished my existence
I still wonder why people pick me.

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