Seventeen, the monster
That is seventeen.
The kindness you have shown,
The caring gestures and tones—
The busy hallway, I have waited
For hugs and love from the wicked hate.
Your words have soothed and healed,
From last night that left me keeled and reeled,
How could they do such a thing?
The rumors that echo and ring,
That sullies my reputation and thought
My dad tried, but only feeling that wrought,
Anger—but you’d be angry too,
I’m a lot like you,
But you know that.
Yet you hug me,
Let me count to three;
Wipe the tears that flow,
And nothing but understanding you show.
You have been such a great friend,
Although you doubt and send
That doubt my way,
But I will say,
You are my true best friend.
Love is like a bomb,
Isn’t that how the song begins?
In the group, you grin,
Racial slurs abound,
Laughter all around.
Yet, I can’t laugh, I won’t
How could you, don’t, don’t—
I don’t want to believe or hear,
Yet all I hear, I only hear
Jacob laughing, I don’t belong,
Yet he sings his love songs,
And you do too, I’m only wrong,
But I feel out of place,
In this dream I used to chase.
You’re that monster from seventeen,
How it changes now that I’m nineteen.
I never forget, I still think of you,
Yet you disappeared when things turned blue
And ran down south,
the poison from both of your mouths.
What had happened? I believe no more,
The friendship we once bore,
Outgrown like my favorite shirt,
Worn in the last picture, before the hurt.
So, yes, love is like a bomb,
That’s how the song begins,
But it doesn’t end with sugary grins,
Only the exploding of the bomb,
The aftermath, the casualties and tombs;
Yet, I can never forget what was once.