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My Rainbow Story -Part Two One memory that is by far my best one is of one afternoon we spent together after school. We had gone out into the courtyard that was behind the school. It was mainly used for the special ed kids to get out of the classroom. We were laughing and playing, just having a good time together. A little while after we had been hanging out he got really close to me, making me back into the wall and bite my lip. I smirked to cover up how nervous I was and laughed. "Going to do something?" He looked at me for a minute before sighing and walking away. A little while later the same thing happened again, making butterflies in

I miss the simple memories. It was raining the day I met him. The sky was a beautiful, cloudy gray and the sun was no where to be seen. Little blond girls squealed and ran for cover as the downpour began, while a few others and I simply walked on. I had been eating lunch alone for the past few days; all of my freshman friends were in a different lunch. Yet as I passed by the only darkened part of the school I spotted Ashley. Ashley was one of the few people in this school that talked to me. [We sat next to each other in our third period, Informal Geometry.] She yelled at me and grabbed my hand, dragging a reluctant me into the darkened alco

Would you recognize me if you saw me? If I walked down the hall of your high school, or sat in your favorite diner. Shopped in the Wal-Mart by you, Walked by your house? Would you recognize me? Would you recognize my face? It sits on your screen, Every time you look at my page. But would you really see me? If one day you saw my face in the paper, Or on the internet. Saying that a shy girl of 17 Died in her home last night. Would you say you knew me? Would you say you wish you had? Would you bother to care?? I think not...

A while back, A friend complained to me that his poems Seemed to be on repeat. It got me thinking, About my own words. I've noticed, That he is in my poems In subtle, barely noticeable ways. But I have. And so has he. See this thing you read? Even this simple thing Has him in it. I don't think it will stop, Until I find someone new. Makes me think an wonder. Is all this... Worth it?

I miss the scared little girl I used to be. The girl who knew about love, but had never felt it. The girl that would look at the stars and smile. The girl that never saw her Papa in a coffin. Cold and dirty. The girl who never felt her heart being ripped out. Who never saw the one she loved kissing someone else. Who was selfish but hid it well... I miss the girl I am not. Who that was, I don't really know now. I don't even know who I am now. I remember smiling and being happy. When she said yes and kissed me. I miss floating around and not caring that he was with another. I remember the pain, When she said she needed to think.

Sometimes I sit outside Staring at the night sky Sometimes I can see clouds And I can see the moon. The stars rarely show Yet I find myself searching All I see are the cars trying to fly and the girl wanting to jump Sometimes I tell her no Other times I say why not. Every night a little part of me Dies I'm not depressed, Just disappointed with my life. So short and yet filled With wrongful Goodbyes

You think that I don't need you You think that I'm resistant? You think I want to say goodbye? That I want to be this distant? Sure I am a coward, But this is what I have to do. And though I have no explanation I feel I owe it to you. I know that you dont need me And I may have made a huge mistake But sometimes things have to be done Even if it makes my heart ache No I don't have a reason So call me what you will. But I'm not doing this for kicks This isn't for the thrill It's time that I moved on. And this is the only way I know how. But you are my best friend So I still wish I had you now. In the morning I'll regret Eve

I pack my bags It's no different this time. I know I'm running away But is that really a crime? Getting away puts a smile on my face Back to the state I grew up in. Silently I fold my clothes And wonder how everyone has been... I've been running away for years I know the drill and I say goodbye Smiling, that fake little smile I say 'I'll see you soon' and leave with a lie. These people I've come to know And some I've come to love... Will be forgotten soon Will a little mental shove So I pack my bags It's no different this time. I know I'm running away But is that really a crime?