i never truly felt like i got to enjoy you
but you were mine for a year or two
a sweet sixteen that never truly began or ended
in a time where counting time felt meaningless
when it would all be wasted away indoors
watching the days pass by and yet unaware
that they had even come and gone
in spite of everything, i still want to be with you
hold on tight to you and never let you go
to not have to remember you as sentiment
but to instead have you as an eternal reality
because no matter how many times i try to convince myself
i am fine with letting go, that i welcome- implore goodbyes
it will never be true
but if i hold you too tightly, you will slip from me even quicker
and i will never gotten to say goodbye, too obsessed
with keeping you to remember it hurts more to never say it
so in this way, i bid you farewell and embrace the next step
i take it and dive in, deeper and deeper until i can find somewhere
in my troubled mind to keep you safe so i can finally move on
in this way, i immortalise you, and the imaginary we spent together
i will probably change the format later lol
