Anyways

A Poem by Katie Kistler

Ezra-Bell-inspired and again about a best bud trying to hold you back. Or maybe you’re just feeling like they’re holding you back.

Sweet seventeen, you drove me crazy for while
Smoking in the car rides with the road stretched out for miles
Waking in the morning to the freckles on your face
Now I wake to different freckles and they’re not so commonplace

I chart out little dippers on the planes of her cheeks
As she purses her lips, full of sugar, so sweet
And Mrs. Robinson, she watches on as we walk away
I never look back because oh, what’s there to say?

Anyways we’ll just get married and she’ll take my last name
Anyways we’ll tie the knot tight enough not to break
And anyways who are you to deny us the fake
Sense of security and peacefulness in this place?

You’ll never be more than a stain on my seventeenth year
The year you broke my heart and tried to wipe away my tears
But it don’t work the way I want it to work
I don’t just get to shrug it off and forget that it hurts

And anyways you’re not the woman that you wanted to be
And anyways, even if you were you wouldn’t want me
So anyways, what’s the use in all my misremembering
The way you loved me as a friend and always have, now I see