Last Year

Last year.

Started with a chanting kiss,

And ended with slipping on ice

Last year.

Nostalgia was so thick you couldn't pierce it if you tried

 Even though, Last year.

I thought I managed too.

This year.

it's still there.

Last year.

I compared myself to a wasp and believed I was.

But this year.

That wasp was swatted and squished.

Last year.

That would have broke me in two.

But this year is 2015,

And it's just water underneath our burning bridge. 

Last year.

Was only a month or so ago,

But 

This year

I feel so much newer,

And that might just be because I have freckles on my

Shoulders and hair to my collarbone.

This year.

Fits perfectly between the green stone I wear and my heart that pumps like potential in a new born baby.

This year.

This year.

It's my last year of High school. 

The nostalgia is thickening.

And that's just fine

Because I love looking back at last year.

And looking forward to this year.