Sometimes I just want to call you
Run away from the world
Even though I don't even like you anymore
And you certainly don't like me
And we probably never worked that great together anyways
Not that I have your number
Not that I wish I did
It was intentional
But sometimes I just want to call you
And tell you things
Shattered moments
Gathering in my mind
Like when we went blueberry picking
And gave up on it
Because there were only a few ripe ones
And Z taught me that the green ones are actually pretty good
Nostalgia
I love this place
This camp
Third year
With my cousin best friend
And...it feels like school
There are people from school
Which
Even if I like them
Makes me tense up
I
t o r e
all the flowers down and
p u n c h e d
the waves until they
s h a t t e r e d
like icy glass and I
c h a s e d
the grassy road till its end
s t o m p i n g
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