The dust flew into the air,
and stung our eyes...and we looked back to see
who jumped farther.
It came as no surprise to see myself two steps behind. Just when I begin to hope, you make things harder.
So tell me that you're happy. Or at least lie, but make it pretty...
something i can believe
in.
We walked all around those dead bodies at that exhibit downtown, and your silence whispered you loved me. You thought I was sad, but I loved the show. I just don't always know how to carry myself. I'm sorry.
By the way, I love that notebook you gave me.
The one I've never written in.
It reminds me how I've failed again...
It's been a year or two...I remember our adventures as something I read. At that moment, my life, and now that they're over, I'm reading something else instead.
but.
I still have your notebook,
I finally wrote in it.
The cover reads:
Love Ruins Friendships.
And I'll never admit it, but I just want to jump off those swings with you again. Have the dust in our eyes and only be two steps behind.
As opposed to being
completely
alone. |
Submission Name: for steven, my chickadee
