No one gets it.
No one understands,
That even though I yelled at you,
I just wanted to hold your hand.

Please tell me,
how you really feel.
Don't make me assume things,
or things would fall apart again.

You're like a star.
A **** kind of star.
You'll come out all of sudden,
and the next thing I knew, you were gone again.

Just tell me the freaking truth and I promise,
you'll never heard from me again.

Ever.

The leaves rustling together, dancing in the wind.
The roots entangling, grabbing onto the earth.
The branches rubbing, staying up against gravity.
The trees dance is a unique one.
Neither slow or fast.
Neither graceful or clumsy.
But it is certainly one that must be witnessed.

My battery was at
94%.

Today it's at
7%.

I used the majority of it
To talk to you about your day,
And listen to your laugh.

I'm waiting on a cord
And maybe a text.
I don't mind waiting,
It's not the worst thing to have happen.

I kind of miss you.
And by kind of I mean really.

This is strange for me
I don't like getting attached.
I don't mind it so much with you.

I was once told
"We need never be hopeless."

And it is true. Things get better.

I was also once told
"Please be strong, please be brave."
I thought it was some type of warning,
That things would get worse.

I have never been happier
To be wrong.

Thank goodness
For Bluebirds.