All I wanted was to be wanted,
I was naive,
I gave my all
To a boy who changed his mind
The love he gave me was all make believe
I didn’t look before I fell,
And now I’m left with bruises
And a broken heart
At age sixteen

I wish I could erase the fact that I ever met you,
yet I continue to write about the little things you did,
How your hands drifted down the the creases of my body
How your laugh became the soundtrack to my night
How the words you spoke made me feel like I was dreaming
But you erased my innocence and left me in shavings
You obliterated my past and constructed my roots into something I was not.
You drew my mind into a structure I thought it could never be.
You crumpled me as if I were paper, but continued to smooth me out as if the damage you formed had never existed.
“I love you”
Three words that made me feel like I was worth something
Three words you wrote in ink.
Three words that could not be erased
They were a lie.
I was the dull picture you painted
But I soon became aware of what you had created.

We live for the adrenaline rush,
The rush that makes our heart skip a few beats,
The rush that makes our minds clouded,
The rush that makes us feel alive.
We live for the memories created by the process,
Running through the vast tunnels
Concealing ourselves from the trains the move by our bodies briskly.
Or gazing over the city a thousand feet above, and no one below knowing we’re watching them
We live for the thrill, for the height, for the risks.

We’re the city kids that no one talks about.

Cold rain slithered down my skin
The clouds above sighed upon the foolish kids of the city with a look so somber and dull,
But the city lights illuminated the night and the foolish kids continued to be foolish.
When we met our minds intertwined,
I never met someone who viewed the world we lived in like I did
But then I met you and everything started to make sense.
You understood me
You understood how exploring was my sanity
You understood how I saw this destructive world with beauty.
You understood my mind
You saw me as something different.
But I saw you as just a boy who figured me out.  
Why is it you believe we were something greater?
Is it because our photos captured the similarity between the two of us?
Or is it because our minds are like music notes;
but yet you're on a different bar than me.
And this is the truth that you couldn’t discern.
You weren’t truly acknowledging my words, but rather you let them travel through you.
Your words of admiration grazed my soul, but never made me feel the way you felt for me
You couldn’t fathom the words “Just friends”.
“Just. Friends.”
A phrase that stabbed your heart and filled your eyes with the violence and the melancholy of the clouds.
Your mind ran for answers that it couldn't find, lost between the knowing of what we truly were
My heart burned of pity for you
But I distanced us with my apathy.
To the Brooklyn boy who fell in love with my mind,
We’re Just friends.