Middle School grew

I look back on old works and old words of those I once loved with all my heart and soul

I can't believe we used to be a group

A whole

A symphony of worlds and experiences that we each got to hold

Some of us closer than others

Some off in their own little world

But at the same time

It was all of our world to hold

We each took turns at growing

Some of us faster than others

But our inside jokes and the way we would hold each other showed that there was nothing except growing that could break through the mold

I look back to then and what we used to share

Shows and feelings and fears of a future where we would grow apart

And I look at us now where we're each on our own

Influencers in our own head

She moved to Tiktok

He's small on Youtube and  has a website off to the side

She has purple hair and a septum

And his location is undefined

She's doing just fine while her counterpart is the star of her softball team

She's doing drill now and sometimes we like the same instagram memes

Those two are off somewhere and I wouldn't know because we were never even close

And the last one is at her house, helping me out when I feel the most alone

And me

I have blue hair now

Back then I swore I would never have it dyed

I want a nose ring and hair shorter than shoulder length

Something I didn't think I'd ever think of trying

And my style has evolved now

From Hollister to Shein and dangling earrings

Beanies and Bucket hats

Wanting overalls and relying on the sun of spring

Back then she swore I was her hero

Someone she looked up to

Said I never dwelled on the past

And that she'd always love me because I was someone unforgettable

Whenever I look to that note

The Valentine's Day I felt all alone

I think of who I had become within the span of one year

And how each year I change

I move further away from that middle school girl who thought 8th grade was the biggest of her worries

Middle school her became a junior year queen

Nose jobs and purple hair

Cute bobs and pink lips with cigarette stains

The envy of her high school halls

eyes on her brand new hauls

Middle school me became a junior year nobody

Changing and changing until I hope you don't see me at all

Changing and changing until you no longer know me by the time I'm past 17 this fall

Written on: March 7, 2021

A/N: This probably makes no sense, but I just got a sense of nostalgia and it just made me think of middle school and how we all change from then to now (3 years later.) Also, my hair isn't fully blue, it's more of a balayage.