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Boy Crazy


Six by Fifth grade

Twelve by Sixth grade

Sixteen by Ninth grade

Twenty by Tenth grade

Twenty, and then him

Twenty, and then it stopped

She can still name all of them, if she thinks hard enough

But she knew the difference between an attraction and a crush

She knew that all were lust, that none would've lasted

She knew the difference, but she was duped

And she's still getting over it,

But that's not the point.

The point is that she kept track

Six

Twelve

Sixteen

Twenty

Twenty

Twenty

Because he was number Twenty.

Suddenly there, in her mind all the time

He was her thoughts when she went to bed and

When she woke up in the morning

Everyone else was suddenly dimmer in comparison

And she knew this had never happened

With two or five or seven or thirteen or sixteen or nineteen-

With whom she was still yearing-

But not even he got as near as what she felt with Twenty

Twenty, with the blond shaggy hair and blue eyes

Twenty, who somehow outshone nineteen others

Twenty, who's name she had never heard, had never dreamed of hearing,

But now could never imagine a world without

And she prays for him, because she loves him

And she was fooled by Nineteen

And she thought that was love

Until Twenty came along

Twenty, with his tall slim body

Twenty, with his love for puns and comedy

Twenty, who couldn't bear when she was sad and

Hated when she didn't speak to him and

Loved her laugh but would never admit it in a million years

She saw number Twenty and didn't notice until

He had already imposed into her life 

They were like two flavors that didn't work,

Her secret longing the taste of cream that is slightly too cold

His assumed indifference like butter on warm but stale bread

His Twenty the perfect number to her,

Because she didn't even realize she had been searching for

That last number until she found it

Six

Twelve

Sixteen

Twenty

She can garauntee to herself that she will have another number soon

But she won't have another One

Because he is the only One

Even though he is also Twenty

He is the only One

for her.

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Hello! The name I'm going by on the site is Trizdy Plat. I began writing poems in ninth grade, when I met my first friend at the high school. I had never really thought much about it, but I've always loved writing stories, even thought I'm not very good. I decided to try my hand at poetry instead, and here we are! I mainly write about love and relationships, even though I'm pretty much clueless in both areas. I find that poetry has a way of communicating what you want to say, even if what you're saying makes no sense. Right?

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