Sage 93'

A Poem by Cahjli Symes

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How could this be?

Laying on the cold wet grass
getting drenched from the past
of you and me.

All the harsh play fights,
I felt the love when you punched me.

I miss the feeling of the blood
you scratched right out of me.

I used to cry fake tears
to get you closer.
I used to say stupid s**t just to
get you mad.

Both in middle school,
we were all ruled by fools.
I was fleeing from a tyrant
who flogged me till I was blue.

Met each other in the midst of a
new millennium.
Watching Bubbles bashing craniums of broccoli
just for fun.

Yeah we're misunderstood.

Mainly me cause I seeked your love
through my vacant wounds.

But at least you noticed me.

However in the end,
I knew I was a pain in your a*s.

Where are you now?
As I question in bed
with all these theories.

Are you in your dreams?

Or are you busy living life
in mediocrity?
Do you love college, is the rent
not cheap?

Are you insecure?

If so I want hold your hand to
release your pain.
Drive away for hours, not by car
but train.

Explore our minds before we all
melt away.
Ignoring conditioned trauma
from society.

I miss the melancholy looks you used to
give to me.