Walking backwards
Is fun but scary once you fall
You stand up, to walk forward just to miss the sensation of not knowing what’s behind you

But you’ve walked this way before, backwards and everything
You know what’s behind you
you can see and it’s almost nostalgic.

Computers and ***

The hot chips that I crave won’t taste without leaving a bitter taste in my mouth, you

It’s funny what young love does to your heart, how years change you and how you view yourself and view others.

Your eyes, the same as mine
Blue, yet so bright

How did that happen?

Daddy’s eyes are so dark, filled with guilt.
mommy’s are so dull, almost grey to this day

I hope yours never fade
The life in your eyes. The joy in your smile

The tears you had, from me
I picked them up
They soaked into my skin and now they’re falling for you.

Recycled

The sunflowers I got you probably aren’t hanging from the wall anymore.
I hope they make the trash smell lovely.

They were meant to be

Lovely that is,
But I’m sure they felt like a materialist apology
For something that could only be healed with feeling.

Unapologetic resentment, is probably what I would name us. Our story

Pushed out,
you only got a glimpse of what was inside of me, all you had left was to imagine what could’ve been there
I’m sorry our brains want it all to be beautiful

Maybe it was beautiful
I was so scared of you being let down I almost did the opposite.
I did, do the opposite.

the idea of hurting your feelings unintentionally, was scary

I thought I would push you away
But I really only hid behind the curtains
You heard and felt what I felt.

But you couldn’t see, you went mad
I thought the curtain was enough

I could’ve sworn it was enough.

they’re was so much going on around me I couldn’t hear you when you said it was too loud, so you walked in the other room.

I didn’t notice until it got quiet and I went to look behind the curtain.

New flowers, no curtains.

I’m sorry.