Lulu_D

Last summer

I tried to avoid school

but also

tried to get myself ready

for the big class

for the hard homework

the stuff that never ended up

being a problem.

Last summer

On a rocky cliff 

where the grass sways in the wind 

and the sky never seems to end, 

there lies a silent house  

where a silent woman lives. 

She does not need to speak; 

We hit the pinata

With so much joy

And so much laughter

Like we’re little again.

We pile onto the hammock

Like we’ve always done

I will admit I loved him

All his flaws disappeared

The weird way he grinned

His work-worn hands

The smell of sawdust and woods

In every particle of skin 

He was the only thing I could think of

I hate that you have some sort of power over me

Not the love of your life

Not even sure you call me a friend

You have me crying every night 

Wondering what I should change

Would you love me 

summer awakens that joy in me

not the kind

people attempt to attribute to poetry

(go read some poems,

idiots,

go find out that poets

aren't always joyful,

go discover that sadness