Maybe we were all so wrapped up
In our own little worlds
Concerned about grades,
Concerned about parents,
Concerned about everything else
But the things that matter most:
Our friends.
Because when it comes to it,
In the end they are the ones that will support us,
But hell,
We forgot to support them.

It hurts.
We are vain little creatures,
Forgetting the best we ever had.

you're such a precious gem.
I think it's so interesting that we might have lived our entire lives without knowing of each other's existence.
but some things are just meant to work out, I suppose.

this sounds like a love letter
but I promise it's not.

I know we're only internet friends and maybe our friendship would be completely different if we knew each other in real life.

maybe we wouldn't be friends at all.

and I know we're not the closest of people.
we both have our own friends, and other people that enjoy our presence. other people that we can call or text at almost any time of the day when we're upset and need to vent.

but that's alright.
I'm okay with the occasional good morning and good night and "I hope you're doing alright" text messages.

just knowing you're out there, somewhere, living your life and smiling and thinking of me every so often is enough.

and I hope you know that I'm out there, somewhere, doing the same.

it's nice to know that you think of me sometimes.
that my name forms on the tip of your tongue.
that i cross your mind.

it's nice to know that sometimes you might see something that reminds you of me.
it's nice to know that i'm still there,
that i haven't disappeared or gone silent in your head.

it's nice to know that i still matter,
even if it's only in the slightest bit.

after all, that's all i ever wanted.

(a.m.)

I used to admire Van Gogh for how lovely he could make simple sunflowers look,
But then I saw you,
and I wonder how jealous Van Gogh would be of your beauty.

Each and every text hit me like
Little sparks of fire,
Each of them igniting
And enveloping me
In this new feeling,
Spreading warmth across my body
Like warm butter,
Seeping in and soaking.
Popcorn popping in my stomach,
Bouncing up and down,
Warm and addicting.

I smiled.

So this is what it feels like to be loved.