BY Emma Shattuck, Ionia High School
Think the things that will hurt too much,
too much to be upfront.
Eyes water when you’re embarrassed,
but baby please let me have it.
You’re a lot of talk and I’m a lot of listen,
RIP to my emotions.
I bury them deeper than Cleopatra,
you’ll want to believe that didn’t come from me.
You feel better above me,
that’s why your grip is harder.
You’re the balloon in a house of fantasy,
hit the ceiling.
I’ll pull you back down I’m the string,
tied to your bed,
an illusory attachment.
You don’t think I notice,
white buffalo in your memories,
you don’t think I know this.
I’ll give you wings to take off,
if you just acknowledge that I’m the girl that you love.
Carry me deeper than Antony,
you’ll want me there when I don’t need you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Emma is a senior at Ionia High School and works as a writer for school's online newspaper as well as works as an editor for this here magazine.
BY: Krystal Steele, Harrison Community High School
I hear many a tale,
Of it sacrificed, stripped, stolen,
And even offered up willingly,
To one who’d spend it on pleasure,
Without a second thought.
Yes, I’ve heard and dreaded,
Choices coming my way,
To keep it would be a struggle,
To lose it just too easy.
I’ve wondered if now,
Those spent, worn, used,
Feel they’d bought anything,
I speak of purity,
All in good measure.
But not exposed.
What I have seen is people,
With regret and tear filled eyes,
Telling their tale,
And how much they wished,
They’d save their body,
Their innocence, their love,
For the one they’d hold for life:
A husband or wife.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Krystal loves to write and to climb trees. She has a twin brother, and both Krystal and her brother are hoping to attend college for the a career in the medical field.