Writing

i’ve seen my friends in so much pain because of a relationship

so i don’t know how i could ever escape the heartbreak

the heartbreak of losing friends again

I like to think of them as souvenirs 

The spot on my back that the sun kissed so hard

It made a mark

They say that February is the month where the tan lines vanish

when you go to the emergency room
they ask you to rate your pain on a scale of one to ten 

i sit

eyes down

body tense

mind racing

the silence so loud it's deafening. 

my dad stands in front of me 

Just so you know, 

You are not a number, 

you are not a digit out of 10 

or a rating, 

you are not a GPA 

and you are not what you got on the SAT, 

Love is an open door?

All you need is love?

Love story?

I know that feeling

A bit differently

Not quite what the song was intended for

But I know of love

That opens doors

The love that is