Abby Chretien

Tests

By Abby Chretien
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Sometimes I wish
You were just testing me
That you really do like me
But you want to see if I’ll wait for you.
But it’s not a test.
I sure wish it was, though.
Because, honey,
I’d get an A.

Note to Self

By Abby Chretien
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

I’m sorry I hurt you,
It’s not your fault.
I keep you covered up,
Hoping that no one would think to look,
Because you’re covered with scars and blood.
I try to stop,
But it’s too hard.
There’s something about it,
So addicting,
And so right,
When everything else is so wrong.
I’m sorry I hurt you,
It’s not your fault.
I’m so sorry…

In the Beginning

By Abby Chretien
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

In the beginning
Everything was great.
It felt amazing to like someone who
Seemed to like me back.
You made me laugh
On those terrible days that made me cry,
And you always made me feel good about myself
Because you knew how I really felt.
But in the end
The secrets,
Laughter,

It's funny how I actually thought there was a chance
Of you and me.
Damn,
Was I wrong.
I spent day and night thinking about you,
And everything you told me.
But now I know the truth.
I sit here,
Tears stinging my eyes,
Cuts digging down deep into my skin,
And thoughts of you running through my mind.
You were the one thing
That made my life feel right.
But now you’re gone,

The last time we talked
He taught me one more thing.
Orange juice really isn’t orange,
It’s yellow.
Every time we talk, I learn something new.
Whether it’s a silly fact,
Something about him I never knew,
Or maybe just another reason why he’s so amazing.
He makes my head spin
And my tummy feel all funny.
Every time my phone rings