He sends me words, from 1,000 miles away, that make it seem like he knows my best friend better than I do

just because they're dating.

But he doesn't know what her favourite color was for the past 16 years of her life
Or how she behaved in elementary school.

He doesn't know the look she wore on the last days of school or the first days of school.

He doesn't know how she dances is plaid dresses with booming music in our school gym.

He doesn't know that there are things she doesn't tell him but will tell me.

He acts like he knows her better and maybe he does...

but oh he doesn't

He couldn't tell you how we played as children and how we have heart to hearts now.

But I, I could tell you that she keep secrets woven deep in her chest.

He probably doesn't know the school drama, the work drama, the family drama.

Because he isn't here.

So when he sends me messages from 1,000 miles away telling me there are feelings she doesn't tell people and secrets that she has.. I already know that.

Don't act like I don't know my best friend.

sometimes I shut down,
let my phone die,
go mute,
stare into the stars...

sometimes I just get sad,
pour my only energy out in ink,
look to blank walls,
crave your hands for comfort...

You should worry
when someone with ocd
tells you the pictures on the wall are crooked
and they don't care enough to fix it

Pretty girls
with tears in their eyes
need the world to love them just as much
as the pretty girls
with laughter in their eyes

Orchestras tuning
Muted voices around you after listening to loud music
Clicks that a guitar makes when you shift chords
Popping of metal bottle lids when you first open them
The excited buzz in a room before a big event
Fat rain drops hitting roofs and thin windows
Quaking aspen leaves
Laughter
Comfortable silence
Vocal only performances