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(I can't forget you)
I still remember the scent of your cigarettes
I remember the birthmark on your hip
(your boyfriend never noticed it despite the number of times he saw you naked)
(you had never noticed it either until I showed you)
(I’ve never seen you naked)
I remember the stories you told me about your mother
I could never forget what you looked like
When I rolled over in the middle of the night
Unable to sleep because of the heat
(we slept in your tent all summer)
(but it wasn’t yours- you borrowed it)
And my eyes settled on your face
I stared at you because you were asleep
You would never find out
(I swear to god you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen)
(You still are)
(But beautiful doesn’t do you justice)
I remember how we stayed up til six in the morning
We watched movies
We talked a lot
(I got a migraine the next morning)
(Afternoon? We didn’t wake up til four)
(I threw up in your bathroom)
I laid down on your bed and you wrapped your arm around me
You had never seen me in pain
You told me I was scaring you
(I didn’t want to move)
(You had never put your arm around me like this)
(No one had)
I left an hour later
I missed the smell of your cigarettes
(even though they gave me a headache)
(maybe you would put your arm around me again)
I went to your house again after that
It was the best summer of my life
(we stopped talking once school started)
(the rain ruined your tent)
(but it wasn’t yours- you borrowed it).
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I became friends with this girl my sophmore year of highschool. We met in art class, and on the last day of school she asked me to go to her house and hang out and the rest is history. We talked every day and we had so much in common it was crazy. Shes the most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life. I kinda developed feelings for her after a while and I don't think they'll ever go away completely. She kinda feels like my soulmate but in a friend way if that makes sense. This poem is based off of some of the things that happened when I went to her house. Unfortunately we don't talk much anymore because we kinda just went our separate ways. I still think about her everyday and most things I write nowadays are about her. Shes absoloutely amazing and I will never forget our summer together.