I don't remember your name and I don't think I ever should. My brain always screams the name Skylar but who knows? Either or , I'd like to say—though you'll never come across these words , you were the fire starter to my emo awakening.
You had shocking white hair , the typical emo-fringe boy-cut. Mind you , this was 3rd grade ? I still remember your crystal-blue eyes , they hid behind your long-ass blond lashes. You had your right ear pierced. A circular spiked barbell , maybe it was one of the twisted pieces that go in your lip. I don't know , it suited you.
We all wore uniforms and I will forever still think he was best dressed. There was just something about him that was so alluring.
You were friends with the kid I hated the most. I always called him Buffalo Bill because of his ugly mug. He always bullied me for the paint on my jackets and hand-me down clothes. He was such a bitch. I knew it then and I know it now.
You cross my mind a lot , I wonder who you are. Especially now. Still in California?
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I Remember All The Times...
Non-Fictionto everyone that has held my attention and love at least once. these are purely my thoughts , somewhat organized , that swirl throughout my head in the day.
