Too Late Poem by Claire Lang

Now it's too late.
Third term
No electives
You graduate in June
and I finish seventh grade
like I finished sixth
heart
broken
It's too late
to keep fighting
but fighting is not
enough
I have to stop being
scared
but when you ignore me
it makes it
not
worth
it
but when I see you smile at me
or laugh with me
or I meet your eyes
it's all worth it
but if I fight against you while fighting
for you
Where do I
end up?
I
will
try
I might fail
I might break down
and cry
or die
but I will
do that
wanting you.
wanting you is like a sickness
it attacks my heart first
makes it beat faster
then my lungs
my breathing slows down
then my eyes
so they can't move
frozen
watching you
then someone yells for my attention
or punches my shoulder
and it gets better
but the sickness
keeps ravaging
it attacks my throat
I can't talk
I can't breathe
then my brain
I start thinking about
kissing you
finally the sickness
is disappearing
till I see you
again
sorry angel baby i'm so sorry
I'm scared
I failed friendship
I failed loving you
I failed ever being
someone you wanted
I failed speaking
keeping my promises
not
running
away