I might not have time to update Better to have loved and lost, or never loved at all? for a week or two, and today I didn't have a lot of time, so I wrote down a quick idea I had for a poem. It turned into a whole poem, so I decided to publish it. And here it is:

Each day is the same:

I drag myself out of bed, my eyes half closed

I take a shower, brush my hair and teeth, and pack up

I leave, taking the slow walk to the bus stop easily

I get on the bus, choosing my seat at the back

I get off and go to my locker

I quickly exchange my backpack for my books

I sneak upstairs to my first class

I wait out the extra time in my safe haven

Class goes on

I take my notes

I do my work

I turn in my work

I watch the clock

I hear the bell

I escape into the hall

I keep an eye out for her as I find my next class

It is all the same until lunch

I go to my locker

I bolt to the lunchroom

I hide in the lunch line

I buy my lunch

I sit at a random table

I eat

I throw away the trash

I go to the library, my best safe haven

If only he was there!

I know she keeps him away

I know she forces him to look popular

I pretend to read

I worry

I escape to my next class

At home that evening

I do my homework

I write

I draw

I worry about him

I clean

Tumbling into bed

I wait for sleep to take me

I want to escape from my hell

I wait for him to come to my dreams

I greet him with a gentle kiss

I love how he is not really hers

I love how he is really mine

I love him