U KNOW WHAT? I HOPE UR CRUSH NOTICES YOU AND REALISES HOW NICE AND LOVELY AND FUNNY AND SWEET AND KIND AND BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE AND YOU BECOME THEIR CRUSH BECAUSE U DESERVE SOMEONE WHO KNOWS THIS AND WILL TREAT YOU LIKE A PRINCE OR PRINCESS AND LOVES YOU WITH EVERY PART OF THEM
The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes
Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062.
Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us — in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.
i sat on your porch
hair braided down to my waste
sun tanned face.
You open the door
stepping out handing me a glass of lemonade.
that was the first time I’d been to your house and
were already in love.
2 years later,
i wait outside your door,
holding a box full of clothes and records.
i wait for you to come down and hand me my things.
my hair is short,
and I am pale like the line around your finger where the ring i gave you for our 1 year anniversary used to be.
my lips carry the taste of menthol cigarettes,
and you still say im too good for that.
we trade things,
you try to hug me,
but i step away,
almost too fast
and I walk all the way home,
never to see you again.