the day after friday
1:56 PMit was saturday
it was saturday that changed everything
I've written 21 poems and 15 have been about you
and i haven't heard your voice in 211 days, and i forgot what it feels like to be held in your arms
but
i
didn't
forget
about
saturday
its midnight and we're texting for the first time in months and i noticed that i haven't stopped smiling for the past hour
and i wonder if you even think of me as a "friend" anymore because i still think you're one of my best
i wonder if her fingers fit with yours as perfectly as mine did
and i wonder if she knows how you laugh when your stressed, or tired, or scared
does she know that you have glasses, but your too afraid to wear them because you think people will judge you?
i wonder if she knows that you make your wishes at 11:12 because God always seems to be too busy to answer at 11:11, and you're not really into the "cliche" stuff anyways
i always wished for you at 11:11, but i guess you're right, God was busy
and i wonder if she knows that your family is always your first priority and that your sister is your best friend
does she know that you become antisocial when you have homework and that your grades are more important than her?
does she know that you become antisocial when you have homework and that your grades are more important than her?
i wonder if she knows that when you were younger you thought you were a jedi, so we carved our pumpkin last year to be boba fett and won first place
don't forget to tell her that you can't hang out most weekdays, and if she wants to go get dinner... maybe find another friend
i wonder if she knows about the vain behind your ear thats identical to your uncles, and the scars on your hands from when you fell in the fire when you were little
i wonder if she knows you used to have a speech impediment when you were a kid, your "r's" sounded like "L's" and when you said the words "its over" it sounded like "i still love you" in my head
i wonder how you got over saturday so fast and why I'm still thinking about it
its sunday
and i wish it was friday because then i'd still have one more day before saturday
but its sunday
and i wonder if your as happy with her as i was with you
and i wonder if she knows how lucky she is
because saturday hasn't come for her
and sunday will never have to
and sunday will never have to
9 comments
Too good! There's so much emotion in this. I relate so much
ReplyDeleteits ridiculous how freaking gifted you are
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you, my dear, have a gift.
ReplyDeletethis was beautiful.
"i wonder how you got over saturday so fast and why I'm still thinking about it."
ReplyDeletesame. and this was really good
please keep writing.
ReplyDeleteI loved this.
I really loved this. I wrote these notes in my phone after school yesterday, because I was still thinking about this one. I thought it'd be a good poem for the slam team. But as I read it again, I think I'm wrong on some of my feedback. Still,,,,
ReplyDeleteNotes to Lauren:
Stray from the repetition a little. Throw in some random lines (the scales in my house no longer remember your weight).
Mix up the tone. Not all "I miss you" or "you're great" - maybe some "does she know how mad you get when you lose at playstation"
Agreed, when Nelson told me to check this out I started reading it and remember you performing it. This was one I had in my notes.
Delete*double post, sorry. but i had to read this again, and i'm glad i did. i'm literally sobbing right now, i love this so much.
ReplyDelete"i always wished for you at 11:11, but i guess you're right, God was busy"
oy that line is pure gold
so GOOOOOD
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