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Remember back in the 7th grade
When we were both nobodies.
We didn't care for relationships or popularity.
We had homeroom together and our teacher hated us.
Remember the fun?
Do you remember 8th grade? When you became HOTT!! So many girls wanted you... but you picked me.
Remember our 9 months? Only 6 of them counted... but we had fun.
Remember it was okay the day we broke up, there was no hate, and we still wanted to be friends.
Remember after that you dated all my friends. It was okay; as long as you were happy I was too.
And everything was fine and dandy. Until...
Until you moved away. It wasn't that far only an hours drive. And you would come down sometimes...
But it changed you so... up there you discovered WEED and ALCOHOL and SEX. And you'd never be the same.
It was sad to see you throw your life away. I'd always loved you; I cared about your well being. But you would never listen to me!!
Do you remember your health conditions? You have ASTHMA!!
And you're SMOKING POT? Like you're totally fine? Like it doesn't make you choke on your dumb breath? Like it doesn't make you wheeze when you skate?
Now I don't think I know you anymore...
I remember you as a KIND, SWEET, CARING, FRIENDLY, SMART person... I remember you being like a brother to me. My best friend...
And now I WATCH YOU THROW YOUR LIFE AWAY. Now you're a PIMP, CHEATER, CONFORMIST, LIAR, DUMMY, an EGOTISTICAL ASSHOLE!!! >.< You broke my heart
I'm truly sorry you messed up your life.
Remember that!



A poem for my first boyfriend. Waaaaayy way old. Back when spelling "Hot" with two T's was popular..... anyway. He's totally still like this. And it makes me sad to this day to see what he has become.

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Comment by Adriana S on March 23, 2012 at 1:19pm

I do not believe that. I witnessed it first hand, it only made his asthma worse. Anytime you inhale any kind of foreign contaminated, whether it's tobacco, or the burned paper you used to roll a blunt, it clogs your lungs. It's bad enough inhaling car exhaust and other pollution in the air, why add to the damage?

And it does change people. I've lost many friends to Marijuana. They start smoking weed and think they are better than everybody else. Don't want to talk to me anymore because I live above the influence? Go ahead. I certainly don't want to be a part of your life either if you're going to pretend to be the king of the world just because you can blow $40 on some funky grass rolled up in a piece of paper sealed shut with someone else's spit so that you can "view the world differently" or pretend to be "enlightened".

I can do that all on my own using only my imagination. Save your money and your lungs: Daydream.

Comment by Darren on March 21, 2012 at 7:04pm

weed is good for your asthma, people with intense asthma are allowed to get green cards 

weed doesn't change you, it just makes you think about things differently 

Comment by Jules on March 20, 2012 at 1:45am

I used to write poetry a lot more when I was a teenager. I guess those were the days when everything was such a BIG DEAL. And I suppose it really is an important time of learning lots of stuff. But you could never rely on your 'feelings' too much...hormones! They always get in the way. Even today!

Anyway, sorry I'm rambling. Love to read more of your writing! I'd like to get back into it. But yeah, I understand...it's hard to find inspiration sometimes. Hmmm. Will have to think on that. (:

Comment by Adriana S on March 18, 2012 at 6:38pm

Thanks! I was like 16 when I wrote these. I should write again... The only is, I don't really have anything to complain about in my life right now, so I wouldn't produce heartfelt works like I could back then. Of course I do always have my dd's for inspiration. 

Comment by Jules on March 17, 2012 at 1:24am

Hope you felt better, after letting that out! You're good at expressing yourself.

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