Week+Two!

Week Two Poems

Post your letter poem below! Dear Mama, I know you try. Let me revise that. I know you think you're trying. I know you think that when you tell me you love me, I believe you. You should know that actions have always, will always, speak louder than words. I know that you think that your little system of spies has brought you accurate information. I know you think that I smoke and that I like girls and that I spend all of my freetime engaged in a myriad of immoral activity but I don't. I don't. I don't. I don't care how many times I have to say those words. You are never going to hear the words “I do” from me until the day I stand in between a Justice of the Peace and the man who will take me away from you. You and your prison. I know that you think that I lie to you every day, that everything I say to you has been doctored. I know you think that that movie really was 92 minutes and you don't care that it ran 2 hours even and I was in that movie theatre the whole f---ing time, my hands in my lap and my head due north. It was a pretty good movie. The word I want to deliver to you is Someday. See, I have no clue what comes after that word. I have a list of possibilities. Someday I'll leave home. Someday I'll have a good job. Someday I'll move to France. Someday I'll find someone who loves me. See, when other kids wanted to run away to join the circus, I wanted to run away to somewhere that I'd be trusted. Somewhere where I could make a statement and someone would say “Okay.” I'm sick and tired of your questions, your little sting operation every day of my life. I'm tired of investigations, I'm tired of interrogation, and I'm f---ing tired of Doubt. Someday you'll want me to come home and I won't. And let me ask you, who will be to blame?

- Ellyn "Inappropriate Emotional Outburst" Touchette

Dear Baby,

I guess I should be looking up when I write this letter. Through the ceiling and the sky. Is that... No. For a moment I thought that you were waving down at me, here stuck in life, in this hunk of flesh that you will never have. You're a wisp of cloud. A twinkling star. You're real. I believe I always knew that. Knew of your certain existence, despite how uncertain it was. Only a premature expulsion of blood and who-knows-what, with the potential for life. A life with me. Your big sis. I'm almost positive that you're a girl, all the rest of us are. You would have fit in perfectly, and maybe I would have even let you borrow my clothes. Taught you how to play the piano. I'm sure you heard, but Dad was talking about you the other day. We were all switching bedrooms, complaining about sharing, wondering what it would be like to live in a room that didn't have a bunk bed, when he said something so blunt and true that I had to sit down when I heard it. About you. “Just think, you'd probably have to share a room with two other sisters, and not just one, if one of our babies hadn't died.” I did think. Did you die? You didn't make it here. Thats all I know. There's two of us in high school, and two in elementary. Middle school is your territory, baby. I'd have helped you through it. But baby, when I die, you better be there holding the balloons for my welcome home party. Red ones please. But you already knew that. I can't wait to see you. Even if you're a boy.

Love, Sister

-MeganRedTortoiseMitchell Dear Sweetheart,

Its strange to say it, cause I’ve never said it to your face before. But it feels good, like something I could sink my teeth into. For a while. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. I can’t imagine your expression if I whispered to you what I whispered to myself through that screen of friendship we made so well. Dear Sweetheart I was certain, yes I was positive that you were the wind that played the tune on my sun burnt back that August night. And with the images of Boondock Saints still dripping off my virgin mind even when I shouldn’t have, I can tell you I was thinking out of the box. Maybe for the first time. Cause you wouldn’t know it but her box was tight. I couldn’t move a muscle in that thing. But now, with strings untied I lay shirtless on the box-less beach and thought and thought and thought and BANG! Oh, the way you reached right through those blankets and wrapped me up in melodies I barely could write in time, I knew what it was like to stretch. Three years of emotional arthritis will do that to a kid, when his compass has been tipping the same way since 6th grade. But now, I laid back on the sand and the cosmos whirled and Polaris hit me like a truck and my compass spun and spun. Every time you’d ever laughed and shown perfect teeth, which I realize now were a model for the perfect grades we joked I stole from behind your back, and then you’d turn away a smile and hide behind the waterfall I now wished to quench my burning body deep into. The words formed fast and savage in my mind. Sweetheart, I love you. Oh, Sweetheart you should have seen how loud I laughed to the heavens. You should have seen how I stretched my limbs and wrote a song that you would never hear. You should have seen me then. But you didn’t. And Sweetheart, here’s the thing. I’ve gone and done something I always liked but never wanted. I’m in a box. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. You think I’d have learned. But the box is warm and sheltering, and with my knees scratching the stubble from the beard I’ve been growing in this box I can still smile and laugh and look around. But my back hurts. And I need a drink. And I’m holding the key to this box and all I can think about is how much its gonna hurt when I get up. Sweetheart, my knees are gonna scream and a Wagner suite will slice my shoulders down the middle and all the kisses will rupture the disks I carefully curled into that box. So I need to know, Sweetheart. I really need to know that you’re not gonna turn away again when I come crawling from this box like Plato from the cave. I need to know your gonna slide the disks back in. One by one. Dear Sweetheart, I need to know.

Yours Truly, The Boy Next Door -Ian 'The Kid' Hawkes Dear Commissioner of Education,

If you haven’t noticed, we’re in a house with no foundation, and a long time ago the whole thing toppled, and there were casualties, oh, there were definitely casualties. Like the kid who dropped out of school last year screaming pejoratives out the window of his Ford Bronco waving the finger at all of us pledging allegiance to the flag— he dropped out, because his thesis that school had nothing to do with his life was certainly true, and I checked his syllogisms next to Aristotle’s //Rebublic// and I hate to tell you, Commish (can I call you commish?) the kid’s right.

Oh yeah, this house-without-a-foundation metaphor we’re working on, this toppled house, yeah, we’ve all acclimated so well, that now when someone comes in and says, hey why are you in a house without a foundation, we look at her like she’s an alien, and run her out of the building with words as sharp as World War II trench warfare weapons.

It seems the logic goes: as long as we have a roof, who needs a foundation?

So the sloppy joe meat slides off the bun in the cafeteria and the smartest kids in the building are building potato guns and plotting the day when they drop out instead of refining their genius to someday become the commissioner of education in a great northern state. What’s wrong with this situation? Did you take too many doses of Harvard Educational School, too many sips from the SAT Kool-Aid, been out of the classroom for too long you’ve forgotten that the girl in third period Biology, student number 34425, the one who bombed her SAT’s, but could recite Hamlet’s soliloquy and write beautifully about her dysfunctional childhood but refuses to recite the Pledge of Allegiance because her father was in Desert Storm in 1991 and lost a leg and her family can’t get the EBT card to buy even the generic brand of boxed macaroni and cheese. What do you have to say to student 34425? Her name is Stephanie, but she goes by Stevie, and she sits on the second floor of the institution with no foundation and enjoys the crooked view of the robins in the dogwoods in October, knowing the birds will be leaving soon, and they won’t have to carry the burdens of SAT scores and the fear of the future she’ll have from being another casualty of the modern education system.

I’m sorry if my words don’t seem straight to you, forgive my defunct lines of poetry, for I too sit on the second floor of  34425’s building. Come sometime and watch the robin’s work at gnarled tree limbs for the last bit of sweetness summer has left.

Thank you for your time,

Teacher 95424

Dear Director,

I have to miss a concert, Get over it, Stop freaking out at me, I’ve been here for seven years. Seven years. Seven. And you’ve been director For a couple months.

And so you think you can Challenge my Membership? You think you can review it, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">See if it is viable, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Because I must miss a concert, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">So I can attend another, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">More important commitment.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">You don’t need me there. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">You don’t need to freak out.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">You say you are trying to stay calm. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Trying, but hardly able. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I can hear it in your quivering breath, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I can see it in your twitching eyes, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">That snarl curling across your lips. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Yeah, stay calm. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Be calm. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I am.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">In seven years, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I’ve missed maybe three concerts. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">You wanna know why? <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">The stomach flu once. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I spent my day vomiting, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">And sleeping, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">And the director then understood. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Oh yes, my grandmother died, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">And I missed one then, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">And the director then understood. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">And I believe I missed a concert once, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">When I was in a play, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">And the director then understood.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Why can’t you understand? <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">You have no right to chastise me, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">For my desire to stay involved <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Elsewhere. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Let me ask you one question. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Which would you prefer: <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I miss a concert, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Or I quit the group? <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Which will hurt the group more?

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I won’t let you control my life. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Hell, I won’t let //school// control it, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Why should I let <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Some self-centered man, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Decide that I can’t <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Live my life my own way. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">It’s //my// life.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">In seven years, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I’ve never had an issue. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">And now I hardly want <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">To stay, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Because you offended me, <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">And made me feel <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Worthless.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">You think I only make sacrifices <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">To this group. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I make sacrifices weekly, yearly <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">For this group. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I probably make more sacrifices for it <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Than anything else. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">So don’t tell me otherwise. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">You hardly know me <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">In my outside life. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">In my life where I //live.//

-Lincoln "Cylinder Man" Gray

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Dear Scott,

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Did you know that I have feelings? <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It’s true, though the thought never crossed your mind. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">You saw me as a nice object to play with. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Your charming mind games <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Led me to believe your flirtations were true <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What you took as plain fun <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I took to the ever-excited yet fooled heart

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Your eyes were tricks <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Your grin was wicked <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Your cute messages had no feeling behind them <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What gave you the right? <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Why did teasing a forever single girl <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">With your overwhelming charm <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Seem like an entertaining game?

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Newsflash: It was serious to me. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I did not laugh when I found out <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">That you had virtually zero feelings for me <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">In fact, your misleading actions <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Were the first actions I had been excited about <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">In my lifetime. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Denying that you led me on <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Made me hate you more. <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The dramatic flop of adoration to disappointment <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Caused great damage to my trust <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Your game was cruel <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Game over.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Lia CrushedFreshman Van de Krol

Math, my dearest. Oh, how I love you. Your delicate equations and curvy parabolas Draw me ever closer.

If Math was a woman, this woman would have Long, sinister fingers, and a penchant for playing hard to get. With long legs, stretching to the sky and higher, Above me, above anything I could ever hope to reach.

You see Math, I don't really love you. The words I said before were just lies, deception. I don't want to hurt peoples feelings, But I want to hurt yours.

Oh, Math, you, you cold, unfeeling monstrosity. You dominate my life with your complexity. There is nothing I have encountered in my life that I cannot understand, except for you. No single thing that makes me doubt myself like you are so capably able.

I don't need you in my life, I never use you. You serve no purpose to me, like one of those buttons in an elevator that no one wants to press, but everyone wants to press. The button with an obscure little symbol on it, that serves no discernible purpose, but exists anyway.

I want to crush you, cream you, grind you into a pulp, Make you feel how I feel when I'm forced to translate something into point slope form. But you can't feel, you aren't a tangible object. And point slope form isn't a language I take to readily.

Oh, Math, I want to roll you in a carpet, Weighted down with the books you've weighed me down with over the years. Throw you in a river, erect a liquid barrier between you and myself. Make you sleep with the fishes, so I can sleep in peace.

Give me a reason, give me a way, An example, a time, a purpose, a day. That I'm ever going to use you, Math. And I'm not talking about addition, subtraction or multiplication. I'm not talking about percents, statistics, measures, geometry. I'm talking about graphing straight lines over and over, finding the area of a dodecahedron, and replacing letters with numbers, when the name of the class is clearly Algebra, not English.

I understand Math is important, important to rocket scientists and mathematicians. I am neither of these, and never plan to be. I don't need Math, and I don't want Math. As much as I love chasing senseless solutions, I have better ways to waste my time. -Adam "Unorthodox Dinosaur" Bourgault

<span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Dear “Sisters,”

<span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">What’s up? <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Or are you still not letting me in, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Still keeping me on the outside? <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Are you tired of ignoring me yet? <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Guess not. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Guess you are still waiting <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">To officially get rid of me.

<span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">I remember that shopping trip to Delia's, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">The one I wasn’t invited to, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Until after it happened. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Or that lunch after the early release, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Where the invitation <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Was always someone else’s job. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">And this sleepover, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Or that party, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">All conveniently forgotten until it was over. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">But I always found out later, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">I was the only one missing, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">And the couple of time I was invited to the movies, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">I was the only ticket not reserved.

<span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">The “I meant to invite you”s <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Hurt almost as much as the missing invite. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Because clearly <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">I wasn’t even worthy enough <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">To be remembered. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Or I was only worthy <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Of a lie.

<span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">I saw the five of you at the movies last night. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">The big premiere, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">The whole group. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">What I then realized was the whole group. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Because you led me on at school. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">And then you kick me out, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">And let me know when you no longer cared. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">But I cared.

<span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">I guess I’m just another accessory, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Like that sparkle handbag <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">You use to get attention, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Or those giant sunglasses <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">You use to hide <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">The windows of your soul, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Or that fake smile <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">You keep plastered on your plastic face.

<span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">You deal with me conveniently, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">like a kicked dog, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">You don’t give a second thought. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Until the Golden one is missing. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Then you pretend to care, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">because I’m all you have left. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Until the Golden one is back. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">And I get kicked again. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">I know you see,

<span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">I can see the intention <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Behind your turned shoulder, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">The subtle grimace behind the wax-covered lips, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">The irritation behind the sunglasses, <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">And my dejected eyes <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Reflecting off that <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">Hideous sparkle bag. <span style="color: #650113; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">-Cassaundra "Purple Play-Dough" Martel