A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]

I'm So Sorry

Washington D.C. on

a class trip.

I remember the machine joke

and all the others we made

that year.

Remember when we

went to

Arlington Cemetary

and left our coats on the

bus? We froze our

asses off in the

November cold.

Remember Abe the

singing bus driver?

I do.

I remember

when I started to

date him.

I couldn't take

it for very long

and I dumped

him. Then you

told me he

asked you out

a few days before

me. You said

no because you

knew that I

really liked him.

You told me later on

that you liked him

so much, I wish

I had known,

because I never

would have said

yes.

That was the year

I admitted to you that

I was

bisexual.

You eventually

admitted the same thing.

It united us,

in a way.

Ninth grade was

the year with

all the drama.

I was so depressed,

I seriously

considered

killing myself.

All the while,

I had a secret

thing for you. I

liked you and

wanted to be more

than just friends.

But...then

I met him

and everything changed.

I'm sorry I didn't

give you the

chance to tell

me that you liked

me that way

too.

Remember that