Girls in the Bleachers

You were the king under Friday night lights. She was the queen in her

cheer skirt high. I was two rows down, hoodie on, head low.

Sketching songs in the margins of my notebook so. You never looked my way,

not once that fall. But I knew every crack in the bathroom stall.

Where she cried after prom, where you first said goodbye. I watched the

whole story from the edge of your life. I wasn't the headline,

I wasn't the dream. But I knew who I was in the in

between. I'm the girl in the bleachers, quiet and wild. Never the one,