for Hannah

hallways, heartbreak, and horror films

sleepovers sleepovers sleepovers

sexual frustration

but hopes, and dreams, and plans

texting, talking, teasing

you feel the way I do?

someone to tell those hopes,

and dreams,
and plans

smashing a boy's last name to your first

we would do it again

and again

whispering, laughing into the dark

graphite-coated hands

from notes in math class

doodles doodles doodles

I still have them filling my drawers

we stayed up to fight the monsters

the zombies, boys, and insecurities

we cried too much and laughed till it hurt

burned journals and bridges

ate too much

slept too little

feared the future

loved each other

happy birthday my Hannah