Distract me please
Please ring
I’m left alone all over again
Glance again
Maybe it’s silenced
Not another chance
Rejection never tasted so sweet
You’re my favorite mistake
Skinny jeans and
Harry Potter glasses
Am I just a different
Kind of rejection statement
Turn the volume up
Music I don’t really like
Scream a little louder
Still no call
You’re always going to be
My favorite
Mistake.
I just realized that it would be very easy to mistake this poem for something that was semi-autobiographical, but it isn't. I got the idea for this poem when I was people watching when class had let out early. This is purely something that I imagined that this person may be going through.
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Ha, reading again after knowing that you were people watching changes the poem a lot. I can almost see the person sitting on a bench on campus somewhere.
Nothing helps writing more than to climb into someone else's life for a bit. those little people-watching moments are usually tiny but filled with huge truth. I think this wants to be a poem.
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