As I walk to meet you, the flashbacks set in...
Of running to greet you out in the rain, Of two am phone calls that erased the pain... I remember whispering I love you. With your strong hold, embrace me; keep me close. *I recall the first time I felt safe with you...
Found in drafts. Missing a friend who will never just be a friend.
I tried to recreate the memory you once confessed you loved
I just didn't expect you to confess you were in love You have lost the weight I have gained You have made new memories that layer over the only ones I own How can I stand next to you yet feel so far from home
I miss you.
Rain is once again the start of life,
Not the danger of a flash flood.
remember that thing
that thing you hated that thing i made you do that thing we are going to do together i am going to see you today really see you actually see you for the first time the first time ever the first time in two years two long years you will see me remember me, the girl remember me, the girl say you'll remember me that girl you called you called you called me Maybe and i called you forever you and i remember that thing you hated that thing we're going to do today
**For the record, he bailed.
At two in the morning
I told you I'd Locked myself in the closet Again I couldn't bare to listen But you knew the walls Were thin You told me to wait And you'd take me Away From this place At two in the morning You pulled up I climbed out my window And ran to the street Italian rock bands In your speakers Drowning out the house Behind I was just 15 you an "adult" And I had a boyfriend I didn't love Though none of it mattered No None of that mattered As we passed the Townline I choked on a cry And you stayed silent Pulled up to your place At two in the morning Air hockey tournament In your basement Until I was safe
Happy twentieth, best friend, Two AM, brother, father, salutatorian, college man... My Two AM.
You've always been there when I need you most.
I run the back roads
to our hill and stare at Boston in the distance I wish you were that close, close enough to see so I know you're there
Memories I'm supposed to let go of, though I go back there all the time looking for something different. But I never find more than memories of someone I'm supposed to have forgotten.
His twentieth birthday is soon...
- - -
I want someone to look me in the eyes
like nothing else matters I want to wake up to him or a text from him or something more than the empty feeling in my chest I want someone to share random thoughts with I want him to pull me into his jacket and zip us up inside I want to talk to someone about theories, ethics, words, the universe and more I want someone to call me at one in the morning and tell me to look at Polaris I want him to pick me up unexpectedly and make me laugh hysterically until I snort I want someone to trade literature with, sleep in with, cuddle with I want someone to miss me when we're apart
Even if it was all fake, I still miss the little things.
- - - He was always the perfect lie...
You've been distant The whole time You've been home... I see you out with her, And my soul is crushed. I always thought, That out of the two Hearts you broke, I was your favourite...
He broke both our hearts,
but I always thought that he loved me a little more. But he said no to me, avoided me, and went out with her recently (as friends, but still). Why does my heart end up in pain no matter what?
Why'd you have to drop it?
**** thing wasn't already broken enough?
You don't even want to know.
I'm just lonely and hurting.