What Happened To Me? - Poem by Katie Wiz
What’s happening to me?
Everything reminded me of you, I didn’t know what I could do
It was hot, sunny; eggs could have been frying,
But instead I spent my summer in the closet, alone and crying.
I was down on my knees,
Begging God please.
Because all I wanted was to be with you.
It was the was first day of school,
Everyone was trying to be WAY too cool.
But not you, you smiled at me
I had a felling like I was ready to pee.
Because after all those months, we finally spoke again.
It was online when you first asked me out,
And there was absolutely no doubt.
Everyone said we were too cute,
Strung together like an old boot.
We were in teenage love.
It was a sunny afternoon that you gave me my first kiss,
It was awkward and sloppy, but it’s one I miss.
We were so happy together as we walked down the hall,
It was a glories way to start out the Fall.
This year was going to be my best.
It was dark, but mild when we snuck out of the game,
We went to an elementary school playground, which was kind of lame.
As I stare at you in the dark, I had nothing to say,
So we just lay there, kiss each other, and start to play.
A feeling came over me, but I ignored it.
It was a day I knew was coming,
But I just kept on running.
I felt like throwing up,
I didn’t want us to Break Up!
We’d be like all the others that had gotten no where.
It is now that sit here and write this
I sit here, wondering as I remember all of it
If I know this would happen, why did I keep going?
But my life will keep going, as the wind is always blowing.
But I can’t help thinking; we could still make this work.
I didn’t even Cry when you finally said Good-bye
What happened to me?
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