It was that voice.
That voice that sounded like long grass shifting in the wind.
It took me months to realize you share that long grass shifting in the wind voice with Charlotte.
God I loved her. I really did. I would have let her beat the shit out of me if she wanted to.
You? maybe not. But yeah, her.
Something about you also reminds me of Eden.
It is a burden that you make me nostalgic for a childhood friend.
She was luck itself.
But it makes sense that we would both end up here.
You have a way of making it feel like we are in a bubble when we talk.
Like we are in one of those stupid god damn Solstice igloos.
I only plucked a leaf from that tree and bit into it to make you laugh.
You knew that, right?
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Everything left to complain about (stopped) (go read my other poem book)
PoesiaPoems and strings of words that don't qualify as poems, from all four years of high school until the summer after freshman year of college. My recent works and anything I continue to write can be found in my new poem book, "Open your hands and say s...
