we were the best of friends and we were the best of friends. nothing could change that. but somehow i feel it did. i am leaving next year. even if i fail.
i'll stay by your side. as a friend.
as a lover, but that time has already passed.
and it'll haunt me. your body. and your ugg boots. that night i fell asleep in denim.
the sun woke me up.
and i could still feel you in my jeans.
my mother told me to stay away from boys like you. but you were a friend.
and i walked the halls at school with you in mind. and the drive home was sunny and the jeans i wore that night now hide in a briefcase.
let me talk about right now. this lull.
i can never understand our relationship.
it's romantic but underneath it all... i want to hold you, or i want to make my feelings real. like visible. i'm nervous even typing.
words get muddy. and i hide it so well, or maybe i don't. but all of that's gone now. like the rain. or like my love for denim and that boy luis. he left me. left me beautiful.
left me the rain. and his shitty music.
i want us back. want it in gold.
i love the feelings. i miss your voice.
but it's gone now. like the weekend.
so i'll sit here with all my beauty.
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