No,
I’m not saying I love you
In American Sign Language.
Obviously,
I'm pretending to be
Spiderman.

I guess that’s what love is-
Caring for someone.
I mean, really caring about someone
Caring about how their day was, caring about how they feel
Caring about what makes them happy and what makes them reel.
So yeah I love you.
But not in the romantic sense
But not really like you’re just my friend.
I love you in a different way, not like a sister or a mother, either.
Like a Best Friend, maybe.
But, like the best friend you could ever have.
A comrade?
I don’t know, but I love you
In some weird, strange, confusing, caring way,
I do.
And I want to be able to smile with you.
And cry with you
And just hang out with you.
I...
I...

I don’t love you, haha.
Can’t you tell?
I’m just using the ASL
That you taught me
To say that I’m spiderman,

But my own web had caught me.

It was vibrant,
In a nostalgia-dipped way.
The evening was a blur of
Floral shirts, black pants, and
Laughter that bubbled over like
A glass filled to the brim
With sickly sweet carbonation.
Memories circulate in the images of
Indigo Jackets, and Alien ball caps;
Sitting by the water,
Feet dangling off the east side of the tiny bridge
And words flitting about on the wind-
Mumbles about the future and the past.
Imagine the feeling,
The raw emotion and uncertainty,
As You tell someone of the memories that haunt you,
And they tell you of their torments,
Leaning forward on your arms, swinging your shoes over the side,
As they are laying back on the wooden planks, unafraid of splinters.
A Sigh:
An escape of breath that sends the wind scattering.
Puffs the air, turning it white in the cold.
Peace.
But the peace goes deeper than a slow bat of eyelashes
And the inclination of a head
Towards the one beside you
The deepness of the euphoria-
The colony of butterflies that have taken residence
Inside your stomach-
They no longer flutter uncontrollably,
But float along to a soft melody
Keeping time with the electricity
That hums through your fingertips
As he passes you the book.
The book that olds all his secrets,
All his dreams and creations;
And he is trusting you with it.
And those butterflies
They continue their looping dance
Still smooth, increasingly rapid
They Twirl,
Spiraling down into your gut
But still calm, like a babbling brook.
Chaos, oh, the soft chaos is
Overtaken by the beauty of the entirety.

Dreaming in colors
I didn't dream of before
Everything has a softer edge to it
No more sharp corners
No more crisp lines
Just you, and the colors of spring
Hues of soft, dusted skies
And deep, cold grass.
Long sunsets and dark mornings.
Why do you make me think of spring?
Or is spring my romanticism at play?
Why does the thought of you make me nostalgic
When i don't share that many memories with you yet?
It's like i'm floating in a world of nothing
While watching everything from afar.
My vision is coated in lip gloss
Sweet, sticky, and shiny,
Clouded over by the lollipop dreams
And cotton ball clouds.
This isn't how i think when i see you
But when you're gone, i get lost,
Drowning in the thought of what if’s,
Of ideals, and ideas that won’t exist anywhere else
Except for in my mind,
In my little, gloss coated world.

Starry nights
Endless
an unfathomable depth to the skies
Yet the stars,
They feel so close
Like fairy dust
Twinkling
And i feel like
I feel like i could touch them
Reach
Reach
Dip my fingers in their glow
Swirl them in the galaxies
Stir the milky way
And you,
Lying next to me
on the cold,
hard asphalt,
Smile.
Come dip your fingertips
in the night’s wonder
With me.
Come,
Let your mind wander
With me.
Put your free hand
In mine
And we’ll swim through
Galaxies.
Come,
Dream with me.

Rolling
Rolling
Skating fast

Hands,
Head,
Street.

Everything is black.

Fuzzy colors
Sharp pain
Where are my legs?

There they are

Sit up
You’re fine
Get up n skate

Just a scratch.

Gotta get to school
Can’t be late

Why can’t i see?
Geez, scraped hands
My head hurts.

My glasses
Where are they?
There they are.

Broken.

**** it.
My favorite pair.

Should i just go to school
Deal with it there?
Wait

What's that

Drip
Drip
Oh, its blood

Rivers down the temple
In my eye
Ha, like in cartoons.

Gotta get home
Walking, though.

Air, air
I need air.
Breathing is hard

But i'm fine
Why am i crying?
It doesn't hurt.

Stop.

Don't embarrass yourself,
People saw.

Do you need help?
no, haha
Im fine,

But thanks.

Do you need a ride home?
No i'm just going
Around the corner

Would you like a napkin?
Hm...
Yes please,
thank you.

Gotta get home
Call mom?
No

Tell ryon.

Get inside, clean yourself up.
Not that much blood,
I guess.

Ring
Ring
Oh, it's ryon

Hey, are you okay?
Tears, laughter,
No.

Do you want me there?
The show,
You can’t

I’m coming.
Okay,
okay,
Thank you.

The world is swirling
Vision's getting spotty
Black, Purple, Blue.

I’m gonna pass out.

No, just sit.

My hands,
I didn't notice cuz of my head.
My wrist

O   u   c   h.

Wash your hands.
Wipe your face
Eugh, it's cold.

Ryon?
Yeah, I'm still here
Are you still coming?

On my way.


...

Car door
Footsteps

Knock
Knock
It's ryon

Oh my goodness
Ha, I'm a bit of a mess

HANNAH!
Sorry, I fell.
Ha, I might be late.

Ice
Ow
It's cold

Call mom now?
No
I'm calling her.
No!

She's coming.

Hey
My phone is gone.
Oh, there.

Isaac.
Oh, what do I say?
No show tonight
Haha

Not anymore.

Please don't worry about me.
Please.

*** ARE YOU OKAY
HOLY F#@K WHAT HAPPENED
I fell

But I'm okay

Are you sure?
Yeah I think so.

Okay,
As long as you're safe.

i'm sorry that i'm an idiot.