The beginning of school always reminds me of the first guy I ever fell for. The first time I seen him, that very moment so vividly imprinted in my mind, and I still remember it so perfectly. Ride into class on your skateboard, so casual like you weren’t doing anything wrong. That day I knew you’d be mine. I was iffy when we started, I knew you, had to be that hard ass guy, but I loved it. Who knew you’d turn around and sleep with people, when we were doing good. I tried to hide how much it hurt, it killed me. So now every time I start school up again, this empty feeling begins at the bottom of my stomach.But if YOU happen to be reading this, I’d like you to know, the love I had for you is still remembered. So take that, look your new girl in the eyes, and tell her you love her as much as you loved me. —Is my ink still on your chest?
This article appears in Aug 29 – Sep 4, 2013.
batten down the hatches, lovers and bitchers. school’s back on
Just like when my daughter starts school every year, my wallet has that empty feeling and pain…Damn, few less timmies.
I know I am an old fart….but don’t they teach sentence structure anymore? that hurt the eyes.
apart from that, this reminds me of alannis morisette lyrics. nice!
He was prolly sleeping with you in his real girlfriend. It’s high-school, everyone fucked everyone … and friends too! Good times!
No, not everyone fucked everyone while in high school.
I think I made a damn good attempt at it. mind you, was the 60’s.
you hussy you^^
free love baby! I know the new generations had to deal with aids and stuff, but my gawd they seem so stingy with their bodies. or uptight about the sharing of. sluts??? WTF???? it’s like food or air or water or music.