I don’t wanna die too young*

*

There’s too many words we haven’t

Screamed

In the back seat

Singing communally to somebody not even close to being in the car

Somebody different

All the same kind of important

Words matter

I hate that we’re too scared to play what we sing alone to together

when it’s too quiet but you can’t get that iridescent bubble of emotion to pop your insides back into place

When nobodies home and it seems like everyone in the world sees you right now

Do you have fear of the judges you appointed in your mind?

I hate looking at my friends and wondering when they’re going to die

Thinking If they’ll call me when they find their first last love

Hoping I get to hug their necks the last time I see them like I did the first

There’s too many faces I wished I kissed

There’s too many hands I should have grabbed in awkward triumph

Too many words I could have offered

Too many passive seed of nods that could have bloomed a garden of smiles

I don’t know if we can be sorry we couldn’t do that for them

But we can find opportunities reflected from days past

I’m never sad when I lose a friend

It’s easy to forget what you couldn’t keep

But I’ll try again

And I’ll find your smile sitting in the back of the class

But for the ones I hold steadfast

And the ones I will hold in bumbling and awkward hands

I promise I’ll drive a bit slower this time

I will speak my mind sooner and quieter

And I will love you even if you do not love me

-everyone loves you when you’re dead