In Line – Celeste B.

December 14, 2025

We were in 7th grade,
I thought you hated me
But you came over
Watching this stupid zombie show
You took my virginity,
I gave it to you
Until my dad walked in.
He beat the shit out of us.
At 16, we fucked again
I thought we might run away together,
but you finished in 2 minutes
not nearly enough time to plan.
When I was 17, you had speech in 2nd period with me
I could listen to you speak for hours, days,
maybe even forever-
Then, on my 18th birthday, I went
to your funeral. Everyone kept saying
“Happy birthday”, in line, waiting to see
Your decaying corpse
Laying dead in a church I used to know
I was left alone to hold our secrets
Im 23 now, i think of you when I watch
The walking dead, or when my boyfriend
My wonderful, impotent boyfriend
Tries to get hard enough to fuck me
You did, you were, you showed me
A type of love worth being punched over.