Yours

And so we sat, facing the doors

I tried to remember what it was for—

And as we laugh, it hits me

I am yours

I didn’t know you in the summer

But I’ve practically known you for years

I used to shed tears

—I still do

But it’s better with you

And I’ll admit it isn’t easy

To make everything right

But after a thought, it isn’t meant to be

And we could talk

And I’d forget I have class

The mistakes in the past

But they’re still here

Across the ocean

Or across the bridge

Laughing the same way

Just on different floors

And now I know

That I am yours

No matter where

No matter when

There’s nothing that could tear

Me away from them

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I am yours

Even when we don’t remember anymore

You’ll spend seventh grade without me

But together sixth, eighth and ninth

Isn’t that funny?

They both match up right

Half of me here, half of me there

Part of me knowing

Another part asking “where?”

But all I know

Is what makes me happy

If you’re the one standing tall

Or on the other side of the call

It doesn’t matter

Because if they were to scream “encore!”

I’d just say the same thing again:

That I’m yours

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Inspiration:

My friends, here in France and back in the US. 🥰

Explanation:

Each line is a reference to both my friends here and my friends back home, which is kind of fun—

I didn’t know you in the summer/But I’ve practically known you for years: With my friends here, I didn’t know them this summer, but it feels like we’ve known each other for years. With my friends back home, I usually don’t see them during the summers, and I’ve known them for real years.

Across the ocean/Or across the bridge/Laughing the same way: My friends back home are across the ocean, but to reach my friends here, I have to cross a bridge (on my way to school).

You’ll spend seventh grade without me/But together sixth, eighth and ninth: This one is fun—my friends in California are spending seventh grade without me, but we were “together” for sixth grade and hopefully for eighth and ninth. But here’s how it lines up: none of my friends here are in seventh grade, which means that they spent (or will spend) seventh grade “without” me. But they are each either in sixth, eighth, or ninth grade, meaning that each person knew me during either 6, 8, or 9th grade.

If you’re the one standing tall/Or on the other side of the call: “Standing tall” is supposed to be a reference to being with me in person… whereas I called my friends last night (on the other side of the call).

I’m yours: I’m not saying that I belong to my friends, or that they control me (that would be weird…) I’m trying to explain the way that I’m happy with my friends. Whether it’s sending videos back and forth or talking during the breaks between classes here in France, they make me happy. And that’s why I’m “theirs”.

Thanks for reading! If you like this, check out more of my poetry posts!

P.S. The reason that the title is written on my fingers in the picture is because today during a free hour at school, I wrote four things on my fingers. These four things are what my mom says are perfect for staying happy.😉

Here they are, in whatever order:

—Relax

—Trust

—Do your best

—Enjoy yourself

Try it—it really works!