It’s a disease
All the wind seems to blow north now
Sometimes I face away from the sun
I miss her so much but other times I don’t
Sad music makes me smile with little tears in my eye
Marked up footprints
You should use the power you have to power something better
I think I miss her sometimes but other times I don’t
My blankets are always cold now
Try not to mind me as I casually walk by
It’s just a disease.
It was all the giggling I couldn’t help
Short smiles and imagined hand holds
All the feelings I already had
Would they respond?
Would they talk to me?
They already flirt but it’s hard to discern
I think I like them
Through our minds eye we can see the tears slip down our cheeks as they start to blur our vision
Empty notebook paper stares back empty at us as we cry
Our voice filters out to a whine that we wish we never made but we aren’t one much for respect
It’s not too late to stop but what’s the difference if we never started we’re just a waste of space anyway
The tears don’t stop coming.
It’s through rough patches of grass that flowers grow
The toughest of trees grow in the coldest of places
I will be your stepping stone.
It’s through the light of your alarm clock and the whistling of the wind past your headphones
Over misty hills kids call mountains and the teary eyed girl through a break up kiss
It’s all those happy moments we missed.
Even without all the pretty things in life like the colour of dry paint and natures natural music I’m happy.
Smile babe, I’m laughing.
Over the snow ridged mountains
Falling over the rivering breeze
Through all the rain pellets nobody sees
It’s a nice feeling to have
Her scuffed blue jeans
The safety pins on her jacket
She’s still a pastel aesthetic
Her lollipop moments stain my teeth
All the dance moves she pulls out of her pocket
She still makes me smile
Her make up scars scare me sometimes
Do I hate you?
Do I love you?
Smiling, laughing, all the funny stuff you say
It’s all the things I love
All the the things I hate
You’re so pretty in the head
I think I love you
But I hate you more
The idea is to break and shatter apart
All the things I understand
All the things I don’t
My boots leave rough footprints
My nails grow back stronger
Torn, ripped, cracking, snapping
All the cat things you do
Shifts in the weather and the changing seasons outside
But I stay rooted in place
I will never grow or age I’ll stand waiting on your every word
All the things I like
All the things I don’t