put it in a song.
if i told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room
would you trust it?
but i can’t right my wrongs
unless i write them down for real, alright>
i’m sorry baby.
you were the sun and moon to me.>
look at this,
i’m a coward too.
you don’t need to hide my friend,
for i am just like you.>
Even my current boyfriend didn’t show up on my radar until two years into knowing each other. But you. You were important the minute I looked into your eyes for the first time.
when you turn the world on its head, it makes everything better.
nothing feels real. everything and anything could be a lie. suddenly you’re not sure what was yesterday, and what was today, and what tomorrow will bring.
it’s a sense of numbness. and it feels okay.
which is better than would it would be otherwise.>
We were six,
You were my first friend with hair below your shoulders.
The first day of school, we huddled on a silver bench,
Exchanging homemade sandwiches and shy glances,
Did you make any friends today sweetie?
I nodded and smiled to myself.
We were seven,
You were my first friend with an imagination.
We travelled distant lands, slayed magnificent creatures,
We got dobbed on by your boss-monster sister.
Don’t do that again sweetie, that’s bad.
I was eight,
You were my best friend, my only best friend.
One day at school, we huddled around a jump rope.
That looks fun, can I join in?
They smiled, and nodded, and I joined in.
You sat out and never spoke to me again.>
it looked alright in the pictures.>
it’s a new art form
showing people how little we care
we’re so happy
even when we’re smiling out of fear.>
i’m doing this for the thrill of it
never not chasing the million things i want>
i fall apart
with all my heart
and you can watch from your window.>