Cold days move closer and closer while the warm weather fades. When the other half of me would have wanted me to stay strong I just can't. We're supposed to be the angles of this world but I can't even support myself and lead myself. How might I lead other people?
While the stronger part of me is gone I've half formed my former self. Okay, it's more of tape and gum put it together. The thought that you're probably being, just going, on with life. Never thinking about the lesser half of yourself. While I'm left here thinking about you with everything I look at.
Lampposts, remember that time the better half of you lit up when people would tap him on his shoulder. How happy he'd get when he got to his favorite part in the book he's reading? Plants, remember how you stayed up making fun of the better half of you because he wouldn't stop naming plants? Remember how the better half would call himself plant boy.
And you just stood there. Even if I am the lesser half I laughed at the better half, tagging along and he seemed so cool with it. He would just let me tag along.
I never thought I'd see you again alive. After the night that the screen door broke and the cold air came in.
But I've seen you around town. I thought you would have wanted to leave this small broken down town. Does it hold something I don't remember. Something that... you love?
I've tried for years to make you stay but I knew that you where gonna leave soon. The better half of me didn't like the cold or the dark or night. While I loved them all. He like the warmth of being under the blankets, he liked being somewhere bright, he loved the afternoons/mornings.
He never left the room without spending at lest 3 minutes under the blankets the coved our bed and made it look different form the walls and wooden backings closing his eyes and talks to me.
"I don't want to go." He'd say with a fake sadness in his voice.
I wish it was fake sadness in mine.
"You have to." I protest. Smiling genuinely at him.
"Fine." He moved around in the sheets making it look like an ocean.
After laying there for a while, talking to me. The lesser half... became a little more. A little more than less. A little happy or a little more. He'd always smile and brighten the whole world. My world.
My world. The world that seems to only know sad. The world of no emotion and empty. It was full when he'd smile.
But. The warm days faded. Only cold filled the room and dark covered the area. Thoughts of him go in and out. Fireflies. The best way to say what they where. They where, everything.
