'i guess it's just a silly song about you, and how i lost you and your brown eyes'

i have decided to write a poem... here goes nothing(:


i am writing graffiti on your body
dedicated to: 
lindsay mac and dc


i miss those brown eyes
sitting next to me
in that cold january class.
even if you played with her hair
instead of mine;
i have a good imagination.


i miss those easy days
after mr. caterpillar 
kiss and told. 
the way you'd laugh
even if i wasn't funny.
the way you scribbled hearts
around my name 
even if she made you
erase what we had.


i even miss 
the time my cheeks turned red
and you put your hand on my hip. 
even if it was
just an embrace you wanted
i know it could've meant more 
if she hadn't tapped your shoulder.


but the time i miss the most
was when our parents worked overtime.
and i met you 
in front of the room 
where i wrote a story about cars. 
i could fill an ocean
with the salt water 
that came from deep within. 


but you didn't mind.
you held me close
and told me 
that everything would be alright.
and i listened
and hoped you knew
what you were talking about.


now you're unresponsive
and we haven't talked
for a lifetime. 
which means
my fairytale 
is officially over.


the end. i'm sure that was the worst poem in the whole entire history of the world... but there it is. 
later bloggers(:


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