you walked by me with your friends
and I could feel the pity in your stare.
Don’t you do that.
Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak.
Not when you were the one afraid of it.
i have been spending all summer trying to word this as precisely as i feel. i before have said “i miss high school” but i don’t know if that is what i mean. i don’t miss waking up at 5:30 or having boring teachers or dealing with pointless drama. it is more like: i miss how i felt being a senior….