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Wishful Feelings

Can you believe it?
He’s gone. Just got up and left.
And I didn’t even notice
I guess I should have;
The boxes outside your door,
The less and less you were on the bus,
The way you avoided my glance.
Well maybe not that,
Ever since the summer you have done that.
I’m not sure what I was expecting,
I’m not his best friend,
I’m not even his friend,
Just another acquaintance.
Or maybe an enemy.
Scratch that. Former enemy.
He would have done anything to hurt me.
Well. He got his wish.
Tears rolled down my cheek last night.
I have a thousand regrets.
I wish I had told him how I really felt.
How I really feel.



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