In August, I had no idea who you were
But I fell for your smile.
Now I know there’s more to you
Because it's been a little while.
I know you’re not alright;
How your brain fills with fear
And your bones shift at night.
Your stomach drops and your soul rots,
But you should know that since I met you I’ve been humming to the tune of your laugh.
You are everything beautiful like sunrises and oceans and April grass,
You’re white dandelions and my 11:11 wishes and loose eyelashes
And I could write paragraphs on your eyes and the way my heart dashes
When you call me angel and kiss my hand.
I am a painting of hesitation and uncertainty;
I am a weak little bird who can't fly yet,
But with your arm around me I find strength
From the boy I met
In August.
Monarch butterflies are my favorite and I feel them in my stomach when we kiss
And I forgot to mention that I love how the way you play guitar and piano is so effortless.
I love the way your eyes light up when you rap for me.
Your eyes used to light up a lot, actually
And oh, it was so lovely, the way you'd smile,
But I haven't seen either of those wonderful things in a while.
And I wish I could take your tattered heart and make you a new one,
Because I can see you drowning in the sea that you sail on
And I am nothing but a weak little bird watching from a tree
Who isn't strong enough to lift you up.
Now you're distant as Colorado and cold as the ice in my tea,
But what you don't know
Is that there is August sun and stars in your veins.
The sun hides behind the clouds sometimes
But sooner or later it has to come out again.