Aaron turned me into gold
and Tom made me look tall but
double in height was the other Tom.
Nick wrote the best love letters,
was more of a fling than any real thing
like Daniella and I,
I wonder where she went to,
until I fell for Adam, lasting all
of nine hand-holding, no-kissing
months until it all ended with
a run from a crowded room.
The feelings reappeared for Alice,
so I jumped into the bear arms
of Will, well, that’s the end of that
Liam ignited a fire inside of
my tight fitting vest tops
where video games loomed
in a dark room, like a grave,
so across the street to Nick.
You were the first I ever saw,
take me to the floor, but just one
more computer game of autopilot, please?
I told him I was tired before I next picked
Tristan, older in mind set, younger in face let
me ride your car, like any other new teen
experience, experiment with me.
Things got in the way I said,
On I went to Sean I said, ok fine,
You can have a ride in mine
Any time, goodbye.
Different place, another face
comes Peter, I have a running theme
with the older, wine, fine I’ll
take you back to mine.
Another quick goodbye in the
form of a wide eyed Max.
James was someone that was there,
a couple here a couple there
but we both cared, care.
Sometimes we wait for each other,
maybe one day we’ll pucker
up, one final time.
But until that time, I tossed a dime
and fled, into bed with Thasos.
Chaos mit mayos.
But now I wait for Janey.
And I’ll still be
waiting for her twenty years
down the line,
this line that I’m struggling to climb.
It’s a shame that with time,
there is no exception like mine
to play with, so just play
with me one last time.
poem by Lydia Bowden