EvaPrinceCharming

I think

I might miss this.

I might miss your smile

And the way it feels when you laugh

And

How we could talk about anything.

I might miss

Those precious few minutes spent together

Every morning

There's a moment in my mind

A calm before the storm

The part of the song where we all fly

Before plunging down to darkness.

There's a moment when I can feel my blood

I don't know you. 

I knew your laugh and the way your eyes crinkled,

I knew that you loved chocolate and hated shrimp, 

I knew everything about you,

But I don't know you.

Not anymore. 

At school

we're doing a poetry unit.

"Oh cool, we write poetry all the time!"

My friend says.

What we didn't realize, though,

was that the teacher turned on the tap

to our inner selves

every twist of inadequacy's blade

(each one worse than the previous)

fell in a rhythmic order, one that your silence

carried in. did you hate me?

you'd never say so. so blindly, i never changed.

We made a bet when we were sixteen.

Actually, you were fifteen.

I knew I’d lose. I did it so you would continue to speak to me. I liked seeing you care about something healthy.

Is that okay to say?