I said one thing,
that at the time I had no clue meant so much.

I told you something
that I felt was true.

And I didn't even think
that it meant so much to you.

You remembered my words,
two years later.

Thank you,
for making me feel
like I did one thing right.

Because some nights
I sit and I tear myself apart
searching
for something that I didn't
***** up.

And now,
I can say
there's one thing
I haven't.

We dated,
it was weird,
I could tell something was wrong.

You said goodbye,
I did too,
and I felt so confused.

I didn't mean to not feel,
you just weren't the one,
then sometime we started talking again.

And then I found out
why.

You began by saying
you had a secret,
a deep, dark one that no one could know.

And for hours you tested me,
made me swear
to never tell.

Then you said it.

And everything made sense.

And now look at you,
opening up to the world around you,
looking at the hopes I have for you,
I am proud of you.

I am proud of you.

I am proud of you.

You have so far to go,
but you've come so far already.

I love you,
but platonically,
like a brother,
the one that I never had
to look up to.

So thank you,
and remember,
I love you
and I'm proud of you,
so very proud.

Have you ever been
in love?

So much so
that every
breath
you take
is
for
them?

And every second
you think
of them?

And when you're sad
you say
I wish
we could be together
right now,
all of the time,
forever?

I have.
I am.

Sometimes,
when the world is just a bit too much,
I crawl
to the technology around me.
Hoping
to find another life to live.
A life
that is unfamiliar,
A story
that is fun to tell,
Something
other than being
myself.

Melodies intertwine as these
Undeveloped minds
Scrape by in
Isolation to find some
Consolation