High School Poetry


Poetry at 16. Fairly self-explanatory.

“Explanation” 9-5-97

You live inside my head, causing me much pain and sorrow.

Sometimes I wish you were dead, so I could just get through tomorrow.

When you speak to me, my heart beats so fast.

You make all my thoughts free, and everything done in the past.

People ask me: “How can you say, you love a person before you know him?”

And I answer: “The very same way, you can hate a person before you know them.”

What I fear the most I know is true, the person who lives inside my head just isn’t you.

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