Poems from SuperGeek03
Locker 1453.
I left a part of myself behind your door on the last day of seventh grade;
you wheezed
and sputtered when I opened you,
but I...
I’m still standing here
with scars on my cheeks
and red dots on my hands
that scream when I touch
the scabs
they have become -
all too...
You despise me,
yet I
desire you.
It's comical,
they say,
the way we
banter.
We smiled then.
I don't smile
now.
You left me behind
for...
The foreigner
makes his way
as the snow falls.
His feet,
unaccustomed,
are awkward and crude,
and leave a crooked
muddied
trail
in a vast...
I let only time
tell me
if my words taste good
on the tongues
of the masses
who run forward
blindly
at the sound of the gun-
BANG-
they...