how they say it is
in the movies.
I would tell her how much I love her
how she means the world, the moon and the stars to me
(or something poetic like that)
and she would smile and say
I love you too
and we’d kiss.
We’re friends.
I would have a bad day
and the rain would come pouring down on me
as I waited for the bus.
I would have an amazing day
and the sun would come cracking out of the clouds
and shine on everything
and illuminate the world.
(Anger wouldn’t even have to exist
but I suppose it could have
thunderstorms.)
The sun shines on the days I’m too depressed to get out of bed.
I would have a problem
a dilemma
and all my friends would come rushing to help
and we would have fixed it in the time frame
of an hour and twenty minutes.
it would end perfectly.
Things turn out worse than I could imagine.
When I pick up a razor
or a knife
or a pair of scissors
I would see someone’s face and start crying.
I cut myself in your basement with a straight face.
I would have a flashback to last summer
and I would smile to myself
as I fondly remembered all the things
that happened.
Last summer was the worst yet.
At least I have
teenage angst
like they do
in the movies.
(Yeah, sometimes I write. This is horrible. Teenage angst.)
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