The Turn of Thirteen

The Turn of Thirteen

A Poem by Meg Craft

i wish i could’ve met you sooner
lanky arms and legs
proportions not quite there
with frizzy hair and crooked teeth
only just turned thirteen
we’d philosophize on the important questions
like why parents don’t seem to understand
and how hard you’d have to push to go all the way around the swing set
we would be
late april nights in my khaki shorts
and your graphic tee
our converse kicking up dirt and our nails filthy
from climbing trees
only to sneak a kiss on the top branch
in hopes that my mom wouldn’t see
you’d hold my hand when no one was looking
and i would write s****y poems about you
not unlike this one
you’d burn a CD of all the songs that reminded you of me
and i would have every lyric memorized
and memorialized in sharpie on my wrists
we’d be there for each other
through the heartbreaks and bad grades
standing by your locker after fourth period
you dropping me off at home
only to follow me to the door
you’d be waiting for me at the finish line
graduation
where you’d sign my yearbook
with all our inside jokes
but all that never happened
and i yearn to hear about the girls you did meet
right when you turned thirteen
the glint in your eyes
reminiscing scraped knees and bike rides
as if i was there with you
when your mom called you inside for dinner

© 2017 Meg Craft


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I like this poem. I like the wanting to know the innocence times and years. You create situation of youth and simple days. Holding hands and secret letters. The sweetest days of our youth. Thank you Meg for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

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Added on February 27, 2017
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Tags: love, youth, young, nostalgia, hope, heartbreak, innocence

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Meg Craft
Meg Craft

Boone, NC



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My name is Meg. I am nineteen with a lover named literature and an affair with music. I have old writing up here from middle/high school that's probably pretty cringey. Feel free to peruse it for a g.. more..

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