June 27, 2011
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Why is it that when you're small,
the things people consider bad,
are not bad?
Why is it that I could sleepover at my best friend's house
at age seven,
on the floor,
next to him,
but it was ok?
It wasn't innappropriate.
And now when I need to curl up next to him,
in the still of night,
i can't.
It's innapropriate now.
I'm slowly sinking in a world of pain,
that I didn't have when I was little.
Then, the hardest desicion was simple.
Which crayon,
what flavor?
Macaroni or PB&J?
But now,
when I need to be able to crawl into bed with my best friend,
my brother,
the boy that understood,
I can't.
Because we are older now.
Old enough to know we can't be those two little kids,
sleepovers and video games,
climbing trees.
No worries,
no hurt.
We have to be the mature teenagers.
The ones who know its innapropriate now
what we could do back then.
So now,
I'm stuck.
Stuck in a cold bed,
with no best friend,
and no talking,
and no relief from the troubles I have.
No more.
It's innapropriate now.
But not then.

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EnigmaticBeing said...
Aug. 22, 2011 at 4:14 pm
I like this poem but it didn't really touch me because most of it consisted of repeating yourself. You say you cant be with him anymore because of you're age and you tell how it affects you but I just don't feel anything from it. I don't know what it's missing but it feels empty.
aspiringdreamer said...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 7:26 pm
I love this poem! Ha I feel like I can relate to a lot of your work :) You have great writing skills and make an excellent point with this poem ;)
Reader101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 17, 2011 at 7:24 am
awwww thank you so much! Im so happy that you took the time to read some of my pieces...:) and im glad that you like them so much and understand especially since i know how hard it is to understand some of the things people right sometimes right?;)
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