And sometimes we'll go to 7 Eleven
Get slushies &
Stay up late
But sometimes it's just
You and I
And the balcony railing
And the endless sky
When I think of you
I feel warm
Not bonfire-raging-hot
But hearth and fireplace
The conversations we spared
In the school hallway
Or in line for lunch
Or passing by on our way home
I left happier
If only I knew
Really knew
How to write poetry
To do this feeling justice
Warm but not hot
Comfortable and
Home
But something I'm afraid to call Love
It's the feeling I get when
I'm with my mom
Or my sister
And I'm scared you don't feel it back
I wish I knew why
I see you as family-like
Not that you're a bad friend,
Of course, but
Am I really that clingy?
Or is this just good friendship
And I'm just really stupid
But I knew that already
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 7:07 PM UTC
And sometimes we'll go to 7 Eleven
Get slushies &
Stay up late
But sometimes it's just
You and I
And the balcony railing
And the endless sky
When I think of you
I feel warm
Not bonfire-raging-hot
But hearth and fireplace
The conversations we spared
In the school hallway
Or in line for lunch
Or passing by on our way home
I left happier
If only I knew
Really knew
How to write poetry
To do this feeling justice
Warm but not hot
Comfortable and
Home
But something I'm afraid to call Love
It's the feeling I get when
I'm with my mom
Or my sister
And I'm scared you don't feel it back
I wish I knew why
I see you as family-like
Not that you're a bad friend,
Of course, but
Am I really that clingy?
Or is this just good friendship
And I'm just really stupid
But I knew that already