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You Took Me Back To Remembering… Two Years Ago

You took me back to remembering…

You’ve sunk me back into a time where
I hated myself greater than anyone could comprehend.
I called it “back in the day,”
You called it two years ago when
You’d follow me home and follow me back
To school where you’d sit behind me,
Not poking fun at me but reminding me
Of the two boys I fell in love with.

You took me back to remembering…

You’ve helped me to delve into a realm
Long forgotten, where I was unsafe and
Considered a hazard to my own health.
Those good ol’ days two years ago when
You swore you’d tell nobody but told EVERYBODY,
And made it sound like
I was playing the field a bit
With two guys I’d have no chance of getting,
With two guys who’d have no desire of me.
Classmates alike still cheered me on in the end,
Where I sat, feeling stoned but
Having smoked nothing but cigarettes
And realized that a part of my life was soon to end.

You took me back to remembering…

My stomping grounds, behind the tree,
You remember.
Where others would go to get stoned but
I had the occasional desire to sit there
And feel the tree cry and
I would cry alongside it.
You watched, you waited, you taunted once more
As I walked to school, taking slow,
Random drags off of my cigarettes
That mom had taken from me and hidden from me,
I always find things.

You took me back to remembering…

Cynicism and school fights cloud our memories
But still you followed and
Down that beaten path we’d walk with you
Hot on my trail and me
Just following some arbitrary guy.
I always wondered when you would stop it,
But even two years later it continues.

You took me back to remembering…

In the day, after a long morning
Of beading earrings and listening to Peaches
Complain about this and titillate us with that,
I’d walk home in a long flowing skirt,
Complete with high heels and when I almost fell
You could only stare.
I could only stare
Because I was unaware of your prying eyes,
Stopped short in my tracks and
Pierced your very soul with my angry eyes,
To let you know that I had not been gotten at all,
That it may have to be
The other way around.

You took me back to remembering…

When I’d thought that I was freakin’ safe.
When I thought I had cleansed my very being
Of high school there you come
With your long brown flowing Indian hair,
And those same eyes,
And that same grin,
And I’ll be damned if you didn’t have those same sayings.
You took me back to remembering,
I shall never forgive you for this.

*For Chucky*

June 22, 2004
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You Took Me Back To Remembering… Two Years Ago

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