Oh, she was sad, Oh, she was sad.
She didn’t mean to do it.
Certain moments stay locked in your limbs,
sticking to your bones
like the muscles,
seizing your heart every time it beats.
Certain moments eat at you every time your eyes meet your own
when you peer into the mirror.
Quickly glance away,
Brush them off like sand on your legs,
and try to ignore the continuous waves
But oh, she was sad, she was just sad, sad,
and she didn’t mean to do it.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.