The Cedarville Review 2020

POETRY | 29 TO THE GIRLS I LIKED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL/TO THE GOD I CLAIM TO LOVE EVAN ELLIS You’re so much prettier, You look so distant Your smile brighter, Your eyes darker When I’m stressed I don’t think When you’re around About your presence. I don’t speak to you Because that might If I can help it Break the illusion. So as to avoid Confronting my wrongs Is easily put aside For fear of failure In your presence Eternity Feels meaningless. Is terrifyingly close.