i'm not sure which hurts more:
          the fire burning at my insides
                    or the calm that just won't hide.

i've compared you to
oceans
drugs and
storms
to light
water
love and
more

i've crafted a million different metaphors
just to try and capture your beauty

but the truth is
you're just a boy
a boy i found perfection in

in every breath you took
and every atom in your ******* body
i found a reason to love

s.s

yes i am young,
i am a child,
i have yet to experience the world.

maybe i don't know what love is quite yet.

but i do know what i feel
or felt
for someone i held dearly.

i may be an adolescent, but when i first turned 13

i knew i have experienced love.
not true love, but love,

do not tell me how i feel and how i don't
or how i should or how i shouldn't.

i met someone i loved at a juvenile age.

yes i am young
i am a child,
i have yet to experience the world.

maybe i don't know what love is quite yet.

but i know how i feel.

It hurts me to be your friend
It would hurt worse if I wasn't

I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them about my kindness,
about how I donated my birthday money when I was ten
and refuse to listen to anyone's negative self-talk.

I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them about my passion,
about how I put my entire heart into everything I do
and my eyes light up when talking about something I love.

I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them about my intelligence,
about how I could discuss neurological models all day
and see each academic challenge as a puzzle to be solved.

I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them how perfect we are for each other,
about how we both think that morning is when you wake up, regardless of time,
and fully accept each other for who we are.

I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them, "Oh, but she is so much more."

why must you compare pain
someone can drown in an ocean
while someone can drown in a pond
the point is,
they both drowned