Your name's still on my shoe, you know.
That shoddy black low top with blue ink on the toe.
I remember when you wrote it
I, blushing, tried to wipe it off,
only smearing it a bit.
Jokingly affronted, you scribbled
all over that white rubber.
(which I smeared)
(again)
I don't know why I'm thinking of this.
You were never "into" me.
I said I was over you.
And I am.
I think.
Until you pass by and my heart shrieks
"OMG, THERE HE IS!"
and does a little dance.
You walk on
with a distracted, "hi."
'Cause I never meant that much
to you.
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Ahhhhhh!
So sweet and yet sad and yet funny and I seriously love it.
I think this is my fave so far--it's so ferosh!
(As in ferocious; thank you, Christian Siriano.)
I love the double parentheses in the first stanza.
(That is so funny!)
(Double fierce!)
And the last stanza is so sad...
All that, the shoe and everything,
and it doesn't mean much to him.
But seriously, I love this poem.
You should submit it to LitMag.
5 clappy smiley faces.
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LITMAG?! WHAT IS THAT?! Ha. Because nobody really knows about it? jk. sorry.
P.S. Do you like my heart's dialogue? I believe hearts speak in caps. And use acronyms. LIKE, OMG!!! EL-OH-EL!!
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