I was digging through all my old writing and found my secret cache of poetry. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. Why is it, when we are somewhere between 13 and 17, EVERYTHING is horrible, no one will ever love us the way we deserve, and sex is a huge thing?
Karin jokes that I should write porn. I'm pretty proud to say that I can write a hell of a love scene. While reading all of my old angst filled (read really bad) poetry I came across some, and realized that even as a teenager I wrote porn. It's kinda surprising to stumble across some of my more... graphic descriptions. What is even more surprising is that I was very inexperienced when I wrote them.
This one made me smile at the memories it brought back. Everyone please hide your laughter until I am out of the room. Read this stupid poem, and we won't ever talk about it again, okay? So, here is my tribute to the horrible life teenagers believe they have.
We talk alone each night
With no one there to hold us.
The days stretch endlessly,
As the time draws close
For us to speak again.
Our time is short and precious
Minutes snatched from greedy hands.
Our worlds as separate as night and day
Yet as perfectly similar as dawn and dusk.
Though miles separate us
But a connection will forever bind us
I know deep in my heart.
Sometimes I feel so alone,
But then we talk and things are somehow better.
You brighten my mood without even trying
You bring a laugh to my heart
And a smile to my face.
The simple things you do,
I treasure deep inside.
The sweet names you call me
Make my heart melt and my knees weak.
Your words thaw the ice from my veins.
And bring warmth to my lonely soul.
I wish you knew how good it feels.
To have you say sweet things.
I love our chats our letters our visits.
And I hope someday you may even care.
I’ll be here when you need me.
To help and comfort and calm your fears.
I’m here to spread laughter and brighten your smile.
Always remember that.
Always remember us.
Okay, lets all go and get a margarita now, and bitch about real life!
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