Sometimes I lay in bed and weep when i look at the number of days i have left with you.
Sometimes is becoming more often.
Sometimes I listen to lofi and write you poetry you’ll never see.
Sometimes is becoming more often.
The point is sometimes I miss you- bad. because sometimes I just want to tell you the truth. Because you see, you’re going out of state but you’re spirit is still with me. And you have to move far away but I will crave your warm kisses when the seasons change and the weather outside vaporizes my breath. I will have to keep occupied because I’ve got it for you- bad. And tonight I need a long hug before you go home.

following the gentle blue sky through the canyon, I’m chasing the last moments of sun between
waxed skis and marshmallow powder
through winding paths of
glittering snow in the early evening sunlight
tall blue shadows and cold toes pave the way to my favorite place

I miss the moments we were alone and everything was so quiet. When you held my face in your hands and looked deeply, lostly, into my eyes. Standing in the kitchen you pulled me into your chest and it felt like the weight of a trillion pounds was relieved off my mind. I’ve been keeping busy but there’s always enough time to think of you.

When I get to school and see the marching band on the field, I know I have financial literature first period.
When I get to school and see you working at the pool, I know I have AP gov first period.

But when I wake up to rain and you’re far away from me, I’m not even going to get out of bed.

Kissing with my eyes closed because I know you inside and out

wish I would’ve waited until I met you to have my first kiss