Drunken nights and dramatic fights

Rule their sophmore years

Aggressive kissing

Sexual misgivings

Are all that they can bear

I live on the edges

So uninvolved

I’m not part of their silly groups

I’m not part of their resolve

But sometimes on winter nights

In the middle of summer

When the sky is darker than ever

As the moon shines its swollen belly

I stare at my reflection and realise

I don’t have want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers