to my dearest friend; if i could summon the courage to tell you
sometimes the ability to perceive
things as they are unfolding
can really make my feelings harder to deal with
it's so unsettling to feel you slipping
away, gliding past me as all i can think about is that perfect, stopped time in your life when we were happy and how maybe
just maybe it's all a dream.
but i could see the lustful way you looked over when you heard those
stories about their parties
how much you wanted to be with them
to live on in their legacy of
self-perpetuating popularity with them
you wanted so bad for them to talk to you, you wanted so bad for them to care about you
i could feel the way your happy smiles became more distracted
i could feel the way your new friends
made you feel cooler, better, more in tune with those clique-y teenage girls
from the movies that you revered
but i choose to remember our laughs
and weirdly fun activities on late nights
and the way we spent every second
together; the closest of friends.
as recent as a year ago i was certain
we could weather any storm,
i knew that we would be friends forever
and i would have done anything,
anything for you.
but now you have them. now you have what you desired. now people look at you with the same longing you once had. now you have no need for our crazy adventures together. now you have no time for our laughs.
now you have
no time for me.
and i wish i could not just sit by and
watch all this unfold
as our friendship sails away
in the gigantic ocean, and
white frothy waves push us
further and further away
but i know i will not speak up.
and you will disappear into the horizon.
The author.
It started with words.
The gorgeous fonts of your books
made my skin and soul melt,
how could I get jealous over print?
Then I met you,
and what was left from the willing pillage,
you stole the rest of my heart.
I keep waiting, my fingers on the screen
imaginary kisses on the glass surface,
Such unique views of reality,
whetting my appetite for bantering,
Without knowing, the magic of your stories
stay inside my body, warming it up,
hypnotizing my mind to the point
I couldn't imagine life without you.
I am always here waiting.
When will you see past the leather covers
and look into my face?
Will you ever see me and that I'm in love with you?