When I was ten,
I fell in love with my best friend.
I never could tell her right.
Nor could I properly express.
She's proven time and time,
She'd be there if I needed.
If I could,
I'd take a page outta Zac Effron's book.
Rewrite the Stars.
8 years, on and off arguing,
Bullshit,
Tension and anger,
Last time?
So I could get clean.
When I lost my chance,
It shattered me.
Though,
I didn't deserve to shatter.
It was my fault.
So, with this shitty free-form peom,
I write my regrets,
I write my love,
And all of my sorrow.
I wish I'd been better,
I wish I hadn't wasted time on the vibrant grass opposite me.
She blows wishes into the night and waits for stars to catch them.
And that's what makes her beautiful.
I'm sorry,
For everything.
I can't prove it in my time left in Texas.
But I put my cross out so you can know.
Continue wishing.
One day,
I hope to be the star to catch them.
