HAGS

by: berf

i just sat down for an hour straight and spewed this out, so if it doesn't make sense tell me and i'll try to explain. it's supposed to be kind of broken up and choppy. enjoy, and review if you feel like it.


Dear Morris:

I hate this,

And it really sucks,

Because I never wanted you,

Never wanted at all,

Not even a little.

Why didn't you

Get the hint

That I didn't want you?

You just kept talking

And laughing.

You're so clueless.

You kept it up.

Why couldn't we have sat

In alphabetical order?

Our teacher is weird.

The luck of the draw,

I guess.

Unlucky for me.

I don't like to

Go right to my desk

In Literature.

It's by the windows.

I talk to Frannie.

She sits by the door.

Maybe that's also

To keep away from you.

I wish I wasn't

Polite and nice.

Then I could've

Told you to

GET AWAY.

But I am,

So I didn't.

BLAH. BLAH. BLAH.

I'm not listening to you.

Except I am.

Hey, wait.

You've stopped showing

Up to class.

I wonder whether you

Are dead.

Not really.

Just kidding.

You've left!

I am slightly relieved.

Have fun in your public school.

I can see the board now.

Your head's not in the way.

4 months

Can mellow people out.

I feel nothing for you,

Except maybe a

Slight nostalgia.

You weren't that bad.

I had a dream.

You were in it,

Sitting in a desk

In the middle of the hallway.

You were always strange.

I say hi.

Your legs are really hairy.

1 WEEK LATER

(TO BE DRAMATIC)

I turned away from

My conversation.

You walked in the door.

"Morris is back!"

I find myself smiling.

Oh. Okay.

Cool.

Nothing's changed.

You still talk.

You want to have a poncho party,

Like a toga party

Without togas, and

With ponchos.

You're a psycho.

People have a habit

Of worming

Under your skin.

You're like that.

You slither.

I should have disliked you again.

Don't do that.

When did it change?

You must've done

Something,

You scrambled my

Brain waves,

You alien!

This wasn't on purpose.

You cracked my skull;

Now it's broken.

I'll have to deal.

How?

This is hard.

I hate you.

What now?

I'm nervous,

You keep singing.

You're so

Confident.

You scare me.

I feel like screaming,

After my panic subsides.

It's not that bad.

This thing,

It actually

Has the potential

To be

Pretty

Pleasant.

Maybe I don't hate you.

No, I know I don't.

Stop invading me!

I digress.

You're interesting.

I'm glad that

Your shoulder's

Broken.

I'll take 10

0's in gym

To sit with you

In the balcony.

You're a funny guy.

I didn't notice.

Now

I laugh too much.

Why'd you share

With me

So easily?

I'm sorry

You don't have friends here.

They're just stuck up

Assholes.

Oh, so that's why you left?

Your dad sounds like a prick.

I wish he wasn't so

Bad to you.

Lorena, we're just friends.

No, seriously.

It's not like

That.

Why are you blushing?

I'm not good

At being bold,

By the way.

You're different than everyone,

though.

When you smile,

my whole day

brightens.

And when you

scowl,

I lose my

appetite.

Since when

Do you get

Nervous

Around me?

You're not as

confident

as you seem.

It's more

Endearing

Than anything else.

I don't understand

What you're

Trying to say.

What?

I didn't answer you.

I wish I knew.

You're acting weird.

What did I do?

I always

Realize things

Too late.

Damn.

Just got it.

I'm too dense.

You're shyer than

I thought.

Couldn't you just

Come out

And say it?

But you didn't.

It's passed,

That moment.

Can't go back.

THIS FUCKING SUCKS.

"Where's

Your

Girl

At?"

Not me.

I wish I had a bullet.

Its so much

Easier

To let you in

Than to

Get you out.

Sometimes,

I wish that

You were born

In Japan.

Then,

I wouldn't have

Met you

And I wouldn't-

Stop talking

To me.

It's making this harder.

Fuck you.

I need to get

Over you,

They say.

I don't want to.

Find a happy medium!

You're such

A weirdo.

I like it

When you talk

In your gay lisp.

It makes me laugh.

You make class

Less boring.

When you look at me

Like that,

I forget

She exists.

Even though

Right afterward,

You text her.

That's messed up,

You fucker.

Stop pulling me around.

I wish I could tell you this

For real.

Oh, you're leaving again?

For good, this time?

Oh, oh yeah.

No, that's good.

Yeah,

I know.

Your friends are there.

I get it.

Yeah.

Oh, maybe you won't?

You're not sure?

Okay. Cool.

False hope hurts harder.

You're really leaving.

I don't want it.

Isn't this ironic?

Fate has a way

Of screwing you

Over

And then

Helping you out.

Even when

You don't really

Want the help.

"I'm so excited for summer!"

10 days left.

Sometimes

God knows

What's better for

You

Even when

You don't.

"Finals are coming up next week."

2 days left.

Fun times in Lit!

Good luck junior year (:

HAGS

From, me