Crayons
were our roses
And
a touch was a spread of a vile disease
Cooties
We
were separated by a force called popularity
You
were the jock of the classroom
And
I..
Was
a girl behind the Harry potter books and oval glasses, but I was more than that
I
remember when we met behind the monkey bars, you impressed me by the third bar
We
heard the screams of your friends and they’re sweat covered 90% of they’re
bodies
Ew
I thought
They
were playing a simple game called tag.
But
the swings were more interesting to us.
Until
you hopped off for Sally king
I
swung by myself until the dirt filled the top half of my sketchers
I
would be lying if I told you I didn’t cry
Because
I did
But
it was just a 45 second feeling
A
beginning, an ending
Of
a very sad, kindergarten relationship.
