Unmemorable

There's six more weeks of school left

It's my senior year

 ...and I'm stressing out because I haven't done anything memorable

I thought I'd have at least a few decent stories to tell by now

I don't know how I am going to answer the question "What are some of your favorite memories from high school?"

I made most of my worst memories here

It's my senior year

...and I still eat most of my lunches alone

I thought I'd have that tight knit group of friends by now

I don't know how to answer the question "Who is your best friend?"

There's eighteen weeks until school starts

It's my last summer here

...and I'll probably sleep most of it away

I thought I'd be taking a big senior trip

I don't know how to answer the question "what are your summer plans?"

There's eighteen weeks until school starts

I'll be leaving soon

...and I'm not sure I like where I'm going

I thought that I chose the right school but I'm starting to second guess myself

I just wanted a friend as a roommate

There's eighteen more weeks of 'where I grew up'

This is the final page of the first chapter of my life

...and I'm surprised I'm still reading

I thought the cover looked cool

But so far the story's really unmemorable

There Is A Better World For Us

Shoes, Puns, & Love Poem Not Written By A Girl

we first met on the bleachers

i was nike, & you were vans
we connected right away because i loved boarding & you loved sports

we stomped to the rhythm of cheers & we finished off the alma mater & we ran on to the field when the team won
(even though it was no surprise)

we kept running into each other
& pretty soon we started spending lots of time together near doorways

we started walking places

we walked on the mountains

we walked on the city

we walked everywhere

we tried sneaking into the bowling alley but they caught us & had us kicked out

we started dancing

& you made fun of me because i didn't know how

i liked the color of your eyelets

& the way you did your laces

& i didn't know how to tell you

but you could tell anyway so that was okay

we were a perfect fit

(although i was size 11 & you were size 6)

i wanted to tie the knot

& at first you were afraid of tripping

but i reminded you of all the walking we had done

& it was okay

& you were okay

& we were okay

because we were together

& it felt perfect

because we knew we were solemates