But I Didn't Cry
My first crush
moved away,
the summer before third grade,
but I didn’t cry then.
My parents beat me up,
until I was
bruised, cut, black and blue,
but I didn’t cry then.
All my friends
started crying
at eighth grade graduation,
but I didn’t cry then.
Me and Wyatt
parted ways,
on the last day of school,
but I didn’t cry then.
The first day of summer vacation,
looking at my yearbook,
missing everyone,
I began to cry.
(2013)
It's all true.
