This one time, I got put in the friend-zone. And by one time, I mean approximately eleven times. It’s hard to describe what it feels like besides the obvious: it sucks. While I am no love doctor, I must say that getting creative can help keep your mind off of the recent disaster.
I asked a guy to prom once, and he told me “I don’t really like dancing.” We were in a musical together. He was a featured dancer. At least he let me down easy. So I decided to make this little comic.
It’s cute, funny, and even shows that you can do your own thing and still be an adorable alpaca.
There was this other guy, in my Geometry class, who broke my heart so severely that I decided I needed something to work on to distract myself. So I got an associate’s degree in tenth grade. I was dramatic (and apparently motivated) in high school.
But one of the best things that ever came out of my romantic disasters, is this poem. I performed it in a slam competition, and was crowned Slam Queen. Sometimes when you get really close to someone, you can’t help but fall in love with them. Unfortunately, that friend doesn’t always feel the same, and it would hurt more to lose them, so you keep silent:
These Nights
These nights it’s freezing but we go downtown
And it smells like Christmas as we walk around
Beneath the glowing lights and the city’s sounds
The snow dances softly in quiet murmurs
And the hot cocoa burns your lips
With its bittersweet drips
These nights the odor of rain and raw dirt
Seeps beneath our coats
As we open the door
And we slip inside your car to watch the downpour
This side of the glass makes the world
So much clearer
These nights the fragile leaves shatter beneath our feet
But we just keep walking and share our coffee
Two creams, no sugar
That’s just the way we are
And the light in your eyes
Guides us as it grows dark
These nights it’s too hot to do much of anything
So we sit on your roof and gaze at the stars
I see their beauty and you see them just as they are
In silence you reach for my hand
And everything we’ve ever wanted floats in the air
And those things that you saw that no kid should ever see
They happened to you, so they happened to me
These nights I can’t deny my love for you
But I just move a little closer to spell out the truth
These are the nights I live for
The ones my brain stumbles over as I’m trying to sleep
I relive every moment
Play it over and over
Until it’s locked into my memory
These are the nights that I choke back tears
From the pain of these silent last five years
And all the noises and the voices in my head
Are just all the words I wish I had said
Yes.
These are the nights I live for
And you’ll never remember a single one
“They happened to you, so they happened to me”
That is tragically, beautifully accurate.
This is really good, I can tell why they named you Slam Queen 🙂
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Thanks, girl 😉
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Oh my, your poem is so beautiful but so…. ouch . Yup, that describes it.
Good job!
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You are lucky that you get creative during hard times, with me it seems to be the opposite! I just can’t stop thinking about something bad that happened to me recently and then i just waste my time doing nothing at all. Any suggestions?
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I guess I just take all the negative emotions and energy I’m feeling and put it into something else. If you can’t quite get creative with it, try just simply writing out your feelings. You can even write a fake letter to whoever hurt you: make it very blunt, honest, and dramatic.
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Thanks, i will try, i just become too lazy when sad.
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