Red prom dress
because red suits my passion
my personality
that can't be boiled down to predetermined
paradigms.
Black shoes like the hole
sucking up my last silver linings
the last drops of my will.
They match my darker eyes, hair, skin tone too
and the thoughts twirling in my head.
Prom will be one of those nights
with praises, glasses of champagne
congratulations for not seeing the jealousies
pains, cuts and bruises of all these years
The hidden puke behind the desks,
the angry poetry in the bathroom stalls,
the silent cries for help every morning
Prom will be a celebration
of a your selves left behind,
embracing a world of adulthood
lost papers, lost invincibility
careless coffee stains and
late night meetings
The days staying up late
texting you my fears will disappear
so will the smiles in the hallways
the fast food lunches
the ripping of failed exams
One day it will all mean nothing
and we'll just have prom pictures
a collection of broken souvenirs
memorabilia of the days
when we meant something
when we weren't pawns
in the game of bureaucracy
ghosts on the conformity playground
when "YOLO" was a thing
or we didn't care about
the colour of our hair
the glitter dying in the toilet bowl
when we
cheered for our teenage years.
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