Imperfect Day

Imperfect Day long poem

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
My day wasn’t perfect
And neither were you

I fell to the ground
I scraped my knee
I dropped my books
I caught my headphones
I missed the bus
My phone died
I bombed a test
I spilt my lunch
My pen ran out of ink
I slammed my hand in my locker
I tripped in front of a class
I was splashed by coffee
I was sneezed on
My period started
(I had no supplies)
It rained and I had no umbrella
My favorite food was gone
I was late
Nothing went right

Yet you picked that day
To decide I wasn’t your friend
You never told me why
You just left me

I had to tell myself
That I was better off
That losing my best friend
Wasn’t too bad

You pretend I don’t exist
Even though,
You sit by me in every class
When you look at me
I have to pretend
I didn’t cry over you
I have to pretend
That you don’t matter

And even though it tears me apart
It worked.

Roses will still be red
Violets will still be blue
My day will never be perfect
At least, not without you

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