Fill pill bottles with good memories and swallow them in the small hours of the morning whenever you are feeling lonely.

You've got this lovely, lyrical way of talking
Your eyes are empty, your hair is a mess.
You bury yourself in books
You stay out dancing all night.
You talk about things like jellyfish with tentacles larger than train carriages
You run through the streets, screaming at the sky.
You're crazy, just a little bit
But,
you're mine.

We are
still
young.
Do not forget that.

I can't keep up with you.
I'm sorry.
You run through this city as if you were invincible.
You stare at skies that don't exist.
You inhale ecstasy and exhale enchantment.
Your mind is so full and beautiful, but i'm glad it's not mine.