| | I had to write a modernist poem today for my English class that resembled the innovators of modern poetry (Edna St.Vincent Millay, Marianne Moore, ect) and here's what i came up with.
“fault lines”
there is a fine line between friendship,
and becoming something more.
friendship can be a delicate entity when it gets this way
when can I cross this line that I’ve never known was here,
when will we together, start ignoring this line and turn us into what we should be?
i am me when I’m with you and
you’ve always been you…
and we loved that.
at my worst, you were my friend.
at my best, to you I was the same as when I was my worst.
never judged, never hurt, we never even knew…
until we crossed that line in August.
until we gave in to our bodies and ignored our minds,
thus changing everything that we were.
ruining the simplicity of a flawless friendship.
we had the choice to turn one way or the other,
and you made the choice for us,
you chose the other.
the choice that leaves me here in tears,
wishing it was simple again
or
that at last, we’ll cross this line for good,
and
you’ll admit that you love me too
that you always have.
I really miss writing on here. i wish we all used to like we did in high school. I would say that i'll start writing on here again, but we all know i'll forget again.
but i'll make a conscious effort to try again.
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