2003

Fri, 04/01/2016 - 20:27 -- hevans

I had a Kids Bop 5 blasting in my own CD player

Watching crayons melt into the black leather

of mama's Infiniti

And Orange Crush from 7/11 was about the only reason I would put my shoes back on.

Matchbox Twenty in on the radio

And Mama swears she is singing to Rob Thomas

Because Dad wouldn't ever hear her

These are the moments I see when I see 2003

A divorce and two little sisters on either side of me in the back seat

These are the moments I am in love with

 

I used to love hot, black, leather

Especially when it was on a boy

I am pretty sure my subconcious mixed up two memories there

And I ran after the boys in leather and skinny jeans like I used to run after fireflies

Like Dad used to chase me in the backyard before dinner

I used to wear black leather

But the Texas sun melted it and showed me how beautiful my skin is underneath it all

 

Now I do not really know what I am passionate about

I have a mama who loves me

A boy who never wears black leather

And a ton of fireflies in my heart

I love the now

I love not wearing shoes in the car

And I love 2016

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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