I can't look at anything without thinking of you. Even fucking flowers remind me of you.
You know those trees in spring that are small and have little pink and white flowers on them? Those, mostly are the ones that remind me of you. But so do dandelions and honeysuckles and wish flowers and tulips and those pink flowers on the tree out front of my house.
The first pink ones make me think of fifth grade when we were taking pictures of everything. We were at your house, sitting in the back of your dad's truck. It was early spring coming up on Easter with pastel decorations all around the field across the street. Dandelions and honeysuckles remind me of you because we would always fuck around with them at recess and during lunch. Wish flowers make me think of when we would blow them at each other and have seeds in our hair for the rest of the day. Tulips remind me of the time you came to my house and we went on a walk to burgerville and on the way back we picked someone's tulips and the petals of mine fell off so you gave yours and we sat in my backyard for a while. The second pink flowers remind me of when we were at my house and went on a walk to the abandon place near wear I live and we were taking pictures on my film camera and my shitty tourist camera. I remember later that day, we were in the car on our way to your house because we would always stay at each other's houses for weeks at a time and switch houses whenever our parents or siblings got annoyed with us. In the car we took a million pictures because the sun was hitting the car in such a way that it made us both look yellow. I remember how much that annoyed you. I love how much you've always cared about how the light hit with how it affected a picture. I still have the scrapbook we put together in fifth grade. Whenever I miss you a lot, I look through it. Sometimes it makes me cry but it's okay because it's because I miss you and I know I'll see you again.
I can't wait for you to get back in our state and I can't wait to see you. I love you. I miss you. And I'll see you soon.
- April 14, 2017
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PoetryEverything i write for, about, and to you is here. This is a compilation of everything I scribble down when I think about you. These are gonna be things from years ago and things from now. I'll try to put dates on everything but I'll probably forge...
