She hurts you. She lies to you. She cheats on you. You are not angel that’s for sure, but whose fault is it? Why do people blame you? Blame you for things you haven’t done?
Some people think that it’s really hard to change, but when you’re in love everything seems so easy. You’d trade your life for theirs if you had to. All you do is stay at home and think of her. Every night you dream of her. Her sweet kisses. It’s so hard to image yourself with somebody but her. But all she does is blame you.
Blame you of cheating on her. Blame you of not loving her. And the worst thing is that that’s all you can do. Love her. Just, love her.
I know that half the things here don’t make sense. They’re just things I am feeling. Fuck! All I do is Love you. Think of you. And all you do is blame me! Blame me for things I haven’t done. Blame me for things I’d never do. Why? I just hate feeling this way. Doing everything right and blamed for “doing it wrong.”
The High School Chronicles
I will be posting a series of poems I wrote throughout high school. I was fortunate enough to have teachers who inspired me to write and friends with amazing stories to tell. Not every story is a personal experience. I tried to see the world through someone else’s eyes. I don’t intend to pretend that this is great writing. I was just in 10th grade when I wrote most of them. I also have no intentions of making any corrections to them. I wrote what I felt and believed at that moment. I decided to post them on my blog after finding them hiding away in a very old binder. I figured I’d make my 16-year-old-self justice and share them with others who might appreciate them or even find comfort in their lines.