The Somewhere: Bricks and Cement
Why can't you just look and see me?
I know you can.
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.
The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.
Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
She was new in school, I think.
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
I think she was part of the prayer group.
It's so messed up.
She hit the pavement like a fucking dead pigeon when it hits a window.
The schoolbus pulled up at the right moment.
I think she planned it.
"Hit it and Quit it."
That's what she's been called.
They hung a memorial on my left wing.
No one has drawn on it yet.
I try to make sure no one fucks with it.
No one will see me.
No one does.
They do but really they just.
Pass by me.
I know that those two girls are fighting.
I know that he knocked up a teacher.
I know the teacher isn't divorced yet.
I still just keep cracking.
No one will call for me anymore.
No one will look at the pale morter between my pieces.
I want to cry.
Why did you leave me?
Why couldn't I of been more than fucking walls?
Why did you have to use me.
A diving board.
Burgandy isn't a memorable color.
It's like that one video.
How'd it go?
With puppets and shit.
She showed it to me.
And she told me that my hoodie's color suited me.