This is for the fat girls
no, that´s not you libby
this is for the little moments
all of you saw together
for the things you left behind in that
soon to be school yard rubble
and for the marks its gravel left on your skin
make it count
This is for all the benches that took your shape
and for all those afternoons you complained about them
their hard wood never quite bending
but how you are gonna miss them
for all the chalk that went into your lungs
when it wasn´t sticking to your fingers
trying to lick it with your tongues
wondering what knowledge tasted like
make it count
This is for all the kindergarden english teachers
that dared talk to you when you only spoke with your smile
make it count
for all the times gym class felt like an evil you could outrun
make it count
for all the clocks that dind´t stop ticking when you asked them to
when you wished these hallways could keep toegether what you were
for a little while longer
because home could wait
make it count
This
is for the cat hiding under the table in german class
and for all the times you tried to feed him
pan au chocolat in paper napkins, with little jesus inside
for that time you turned a chair upside down
hoping it would turn into a tree
and for all the books, school-textes and other pretextes
you used to learn to say "I love you too" in another language
because that was school for you
You were taught all this literature, trigonometry and biology
but it felt more like botany
because you learned how to grow into each other
you are branches so intertwined, words are out of place
i see a thousand of them in every glance you exchange
and i´m left wondering
if that´s what harmony feels like
Do not settle for letting time settle
or to let all of this be washed away by this tide
this is for all the poetry teachers you ever had
and for how they tried to wake you up
for the times you went on vacations
knowing you would always come back
never realizing there would be a time when you´d say
"Fuck, this is my last"
so damn it, make it count
This is for the light that came through the class window
like sun slipping through the metal bars of a prison
and for all the maps you schemed and the tunels you digged
with spoons that were meant to lose their edge
and your pockets, their fate was to carry dirt
but the beauty, as in most things, was on the planning
and not on the breaking free
and now that you are so close to parole
you wished you could commit another crime
to be again chained to the same chain-ball
but you can´t, so make your sentence count
this is for you
this is for you
make sure that by the time this feeling returns, you are gone
because this is something you can outrun
all these years you´ve been cutting parts of yourself
to pass them around
so make that count and don´t forget each other when you do
because all that you´ve ever done, was greater than yourself
so crawl through the tunnels you made
make some more969gnn
cover them with dirt
then dig them again
for this is yours
make all those years worth something
make of those days more than just another round on this merry-go-round
we so confidently call earth
take it with both hands, look at it in the eye
let your soul wrap around it, then let it go
let the image burn into your skin like it finally decided to sink in
like you wanted the scent of these years to stick to your atoms
it´s fingerprints on your body as evidence that it happened
far too young to say they were the best days of your life
even though you are willing to bet so
Now the world knocks at your front door
so clutch the knob tightly, and open on up
run forward into it´s widespread greetin arms
which bare your name
don´t worry if your whole body trembles
that´s how it ought to be
