i.
Its been far too long. I guess time flies when youre trying to forget. Sometimes I really miss you (Im lying.)
(But part of me wishes I wasnt.)
Remember when I went to your 7th birthday party, and that little girl was there? Maybe she was 6. I told you I thought she liked you. I was 8. We were just a mess of kids, back then. I wish you hadnt said I doubt it. I wish it hadnt gotten so out of hand. I wish our parents had never become friends, and I wish my sister didnt like yours so much.
iii.
You told me to go online, and look up our names. Emily means to Excel, to Strive, or Rival. We laughed together, and asked each other who would be my rival some day. Nicholas meant Victory of the People. We were too young to understand that, werent we? We tried all your nicknames (But those came up as the same thing.) Oh well. Its still a memory.
v.
Do you remember, that one day, we ran from our sisters. They chased us with makeup brushes, and hair curlers. I was just one of the boys. We climbed the tree in your front yard, going half way up until the branches got too thin to hold us. (We never should have gone up there.) We got the sap on us, and laughed about it. It got in my hair. (But when I came over the next day with short hair, I told you I felt like a change.)
Why didnt I hear the branch crack?
I knocked out two of my teeth that day. You shrugged it off and began to sing fairy tale songs. I didnt sing with you. The blood was running down my chin.
I didnt complain.
(I have a high pain tolerance, and I wasnt about to wimp out to you.)
I know that you were my rival.
vii.
Middle school was different, now wasnt it? We stopped speaking that year. Maybe I out grew you. (Maybe vice versa.) Then the move came, and I was gone before the leaves fell in autumn. We didnt speak again.
It was never love.
[It was just one of those stupid fucking crushes.]
So, dont lie to me. Dont stand there in your pretty, designer jeans and cotton shirt and tell me you miss me. Ill stay at the other end of the room, and well pretend we dont know each other.
We arent rivals anymore, no, not those competitive children.
Now were just strangers.
I dont even know who that boy is.
[I can say it honestly, now.]















Comments
But why is there no ii.?
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Courage is being scared to death, but doing it anyway.
i think your poem is too good for ii
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(248): I just had someone call me out on a walk of shame via megaphone
That's the only one I caught...
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Courage is being scared to death, but doing it anyway.
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(248): I just had someone call me out on a walk of shame via megaphone
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Courage is being scared to death, but doing it anyway.
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(248): I just had someone call me out on a walk of shame via megaphone
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Courage is being scared to death, but doing it anyway.
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(248): I just had someone call me out on a walk of shame via megaphone
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