this summer’s haze feels like lifetimes ago. i was happy and tanned, eating raspberries by the river with my friends. i want her back.
i was a precocious child. it’s a curse.
i saw all the stars tonight. dozens of miles away from harsh city light. i can only dream to be as beautiful as them.
i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy.
i stopped pretending you were mine today. or that you ever were.
happy birthday baby. even though you’re on the other side of the world. even though you hate me. happy birthday baby.
i’m tied to your soul. and you’re tied to mine. i can see it in your eyes, when you speak to me. you look like a child again, but we happened at the wrong time.
screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.
i love my brothers. it doesn’t matter that we come from different parents. they would give up anything to be there for me.