Boys and friends,
family and school.
These are the things
I knew in my hometown.
It never changed.
It was always the same.
When things went well
it was the same.
When things went bad,
they never changed.
I’ve seen the same dull faces
everyday of my life.
But the day I saw his face,
it was like I moved to a whole new town.
He made the simple,
daily, places exciting
because whatever happened,
I couldn’t wait to tell him about it.
But one day
he didn’t care
what I had to say.
He stopped inviting me over
and I knew less and less.
I didn’t know how his day was.
I just wanted to know how his day was.
I used to think
I was so miserable
in my hometown.
I got sick of the
same daily routine.
But when he left,
it was a whole new town again.
This town was always burning.
Burning, burning, burning
then rebuilding.
Rebuilding, rebuilding, rebuilding.
It changed when he left.
It wasn’t the same.
He was a paradise
in this otherwise boring city.
But no vacation can last
and now I’m stuck where it always storms.
I want my sunshine back.
I want my best friend back.
I want him back.
There isn’t a place
in this washed up town
that doesn’t have a memory
of him and I
and the time we spent together.
When he left,
he took so much of me with him
and I want it back.
I want to play my favorite songs
and not cry
because it was the song playing
when he told me about his family.
I want to watch movies
and not think about
how we joked along with the plot
and made it our own.
I want to go out
and not wish he was there with me.
I want to sleep
and not wonder
what it would be like
to have his arms wrapped around me.
When he left,
everything changed.
Nothing was the same.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
Boys and friends,
family and school.
These are the things
I knew in my hometown.
It never changed.
It was always the same.
When things went well
it was the same.
When things went bad,
they never changed.
I’ve seen the same dull faces
everyday of my life.
But the day I saw his face,
it was like I moved to a whole new town.
He made the simple,
daily, places exciting
because whatever happened,
I couldn’t wait to tell him about it.
But one day
he didn’t care
what I had to say.
He stopped inviting me over
and I knew less and less.
I didn’t know how his day was.
I just wanted to know how his day was.
I used to think
I was so miserable
in my hometown.
I got sick of the
same daily routine.
But when he left,
it was a whole new town again.
This town was always burning.
Burning, burning, burning
then rebuilding.
Rebuilding, rebuilding, rebuilding.
It changed when he left.
It wasn’t the same.
He was a paradise
in this otherwise boring city.
But no vacation can last
and now I’m stuck where it always storms.
I want my sunshine back.
I want my best friend back.
I want him back.
There isn’t a place
in this washed up town
that doesn’t have a memory
of him and I
and the time we spent together.
When he left,
he took so much of me with him
and I want it back.
I want to play my favorite songs
and not cry
because it was the song playing
when he told me about his family.
I want to watch movies
and not think about
how we joked along with the plot
and made it our own.
I want to go out
and not wish he was there with me.
I want to sleep
and not wonder
what it would be like
to have his arms wrapped around me.
When he left,
everything changed.
Nothing was the same.
