We went through those last years of adolescence together,
and always went to parties,
the four or five of us
and sat in some corner talking to each other,
after realizing that no amount of mingling with the others
could rival the comfort of "best friends."
Hah. What a wonderful waste of time.
Drunk teenagers, and making out in the corner,
shots of vodka, washed down with beer.
Joints and cigarettes as chasers,
and pointlessly meaningful conversation.
Some of you split off into couples,
and I never really cared for it.
The last guy whose hand I could be bothered to hold
is now wearing an engagement ring from
his fiancée
on that same hand.
The beauty of high school romance
is blurred with the memories of fights
and stupid jealousy, and blindly loving
some kid who stood out from the crowd, and proclaimed his love.
His adolescent, meaningless love.
Explore your youth, experiment with your health,
grow up with a nicotine addiction you can't beat,
and the thoughts of the first boy you fell in love with.
The thoughts that gnaw at your insides even though he's long gone,
studying engineering or business or something at a community college,
working at a Subway, and getting ready to marry the first
whore that came along and made him feel like more of an adult
than you could ever have been in that senior year.
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Sad how drugs and partying are the "in" thing these days. Pssht. 
