there was a girl from springfield who was asked to the prom by a guy who really, really hated her. He did it on a dare, and the girl was unaware of it. she used all her money to buy a dress and a flower for his jacket. the dress was as white as a cloud in a dream and the flower was a red rose. she waited on prom night for him to pick her up. instead he and his friends drove by over and over while she waited on the curb,holding the rose in her hand. her dress billowed in the wind and sucked up all the dirt from the tires as the boys called her a ferret and honked so all the neighbors could see. she couldn't take it and the next time they drove by she jumped out in front. she went crashing through the windsheid and her dress fanned out in the impact, sufforcating them all. the rose
was not
damaged.
the kid in the bak of the class opening fire into his notebook, ink explosioins of thought, is the kid to watch out for, the kid who one day will bring a gun to school and take revenge for not being the person you are, the person you want him to be. if he wears black, he's twice as likely. if he wears headphones at lunch, he's tree times as likely. if you look over his shoulder, you will see that everything he writes is
always
about
you.
daniel asks me if I'm doing okay
daring me to explode
deceptively, I smile
despite all the thoughts that run through your head, you're never really ready to let go, are you?
forget about the guys who never call
forget about the ones who set you up to see you fall
princes who leave you at the ball.
even though I'd never really talked to her, she got under my skin.
she wasn't in the group of girls that hung with my group of guys.
She was just this girl in spanish class who was worse at it than I was.
a cue from nature.
run outside during a thunderstorm
that downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration
that's what unlonely is like
I have never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but here are times I have want to jump
out of my life
out of my skin
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
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