700 Miles North

Mediocre poem from the week before my high school graduation (with slight edits)

Silhouette of me with a cigarette

I cried in my car this morning

Not knowing you wouldn’t see me at that party in June, sharing a cigarette with those girls that you despise

But I would tell you anyways within the hour because I had an honest heart

I always knew you would never grow up with me, that it had to be someone else you would take those steps with

And for that I forgive you.

I cried this morning as it was my last morning drive on a Friday to high school

I forget what song I was listening to 

But whatever it was 

It made the feeling sink in that the end of us is near

I’m excited to go 700 miles North but

In this moment I can’t imagine what I might find there that will fulfill what we had

I don’t want things to change

I don’t want my life to be forever different

But I know it will be 

And I have to be ok with that