I smile as I write this.
Through some vigorous internet stalking
I found you.
I casually asked you about the summer camp I wasn't going to.
Sliding into my DM's hard.
I got you back.
You kept asking me if I was going to be in the city at all in July.
But since I live very close, I said I didn't know.
You kept asking.
I found you.
Snapchatting each other,
cute selfies at first
then full on quadruple chins and eggplant emojis.
We talked about everything, your snide remarks and quick comments livening up life.
I talked to my other friend,
and told her I was happy I was talking to my long lost friend again.
I was grinning the entire time.
"Laury has a crush! Laury has a crush!"
she teased me
already creating ship names.
"It's not a crush,"
I replied to her.
"Ever feel so happy to talk to someone because you haven't seen them in forever?"
That's how I felt.
We're just friends.
(UPDATE: -insert triple chin-)
I got my New York styled
sweet like honey
Southern Boy
back.
(tbh he's really awesome)
P.S. I'm pretty sure you're going to find this J.H. so thank you for keeping my mind off my dying grandmother/piece of my heart for an afternoon, and for also being the reason my parents get mad at me for using all my cell phone data.
YOU ARE READING
In the Dark
PoesíaI write poems when I can't sleep. I bleed my mind. These poems are unedited, and written in the dark. Some poems are free verse, and some I wrote with a clear rhyming pattern. In some poems, I tried. But I surprise my self sometimes.
