just another girl

I have a box that's filled with you...

 

I have a box that’s filled of you…something I thought I’d never do. Like those silly girls who write the names of their affection all over their binders.

 

I open it often and riffle through

Things you’ve said

Things I’ve missed

Reevaluating

What you said

What you meant

 

Pictures of you

Never looking directly at my camera

Drawings of us together

Things I’d picture coming true

 

Your letters no matter how insignificant

Even your perverted drawings

I think about that time

The time I was angry at you

And threw out the picture you drew for me

Surprisingly un-perverted  

I wish I had kept it

 

The millions of questions I asked

The millions of answer you half assed

Saying what would get the most colorful reaction

Mysterious in many ways

 

Our many conversations

Talking about everything but basically nothing

You had a way of making me smile

But then again you also had a way of making me crumble

 

And the day I tried to ignore you

You weren’t having that

News flash…you make it so I can’t

When I glance your way

 To see you pull down your shirt

And push your chest together

Forming b***s

Well I can’t help but smile

And you win

 

You were always saying what others wouldn’t

Still I was drawn to you

And when I told you

You didn’t get the message

 

More clearly?

 

Be honest, no more head games. Do you think I’m stupid for my lingering thoughts of you? Do you think it’s foolish? Do you think I should move on? Is there any reason for me not to? In other words is my liking you worthless because you may never feel the same way? And if all the questions answered above where yes, do you think it’s possible for a friendship?

 

The boldest I’ve ever been and my downfall

 

His answers?

 

Ok then so you want the truth? The truth is, if you like me that’s cool. All friends of mine that are girls have or still do, like me. I believe it’s because I’m such a great friend, and that’s what we really want. Liking people isn’t worthless, I like a lot of people, everyone does, we are growing up. My friendship is here for everyone, but if you turn your back on me your gone. I hope I helped you solve your questions.

 

The most serious he has been

 

And to me it sounded like riddles that were too hard to comprehend

So then I’m just another girl?

Another girl with a box of you

 

Friends…I could handle that.

Just hide my thoughts inside my box

 

Until I forgot how to behave…avoiding you

As you did to me too

A new school year

No longer talking

Till I leave a letter under my desk

And who should find it but you

 

Our letters is all I got

When all was through

Our letters and those scattered thoughts of you

 

I lock it all up

Hoping to forget

But again you can’t let me have that can you?

You stir it all up the day I finally see you again

I reenter my box and skim through

My silly box of me and you

Author's Note

i didn't read this over so sorry if i'm rambling

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

Be honest, no more head games. Do you think I'm stupid for my lingering thoughts of you? Do you think it's foolish? Do you think I should move on? Is there any reason for me not to? In other words is my liking you worthless because you may never feel the same way? And if all the questions answered above where yes, do you think it's possible for a friendship?

This is clear and precise and I like it. Oh, how I wish it were that simple in love. The box metaphor is played out nicely. Super write. Thanks for entering the Missing Him, Missing Her contest.

[Emunah June.]

Woah....This is a very entertaining poem. It looks like the girl has a problem. You should make this a book.

[Almost Alive]

At first I thought this was too long, but then again, I write Lyrics, not real poems ;P

Well, wow... This talks about many... Many things... Your writing style is very different to mine and I'm sure it's for a reason, way that I can't exactly tell you what could improve...

At first sight, one would laugh, but for a more perceptive reader, there is absolutely no reason to laugh at such a writing...

Good job; I can't find better words to give you my best wishes than QuietPoet's.

[QuietPoet]

This was so great. Brought memories to my mind. But this was a good write. I enjoyed it. Hopefully one day you can burn that box you hold so dearly. And one day you will be strong enough to..