the musings of a wallflower

playing house

"being here is harder."

playing house

i remember that time

when we sat in the rain

but never got wet.

we had our house of umbrellas

and that good old faith.

when i look out the window

i can almost see

that little umbrella house

we built under the trees.

i baked clay cookies, remember?

and you boiled mud tea.

we had little barbie children,

just you and me

and we had petty fights

because we both always

wanted to be their mama.

i still hear us laughing, fighting.

we were so happy then

Just you and me,

we never needed anybody else.

and i still remember

i always cared too much

about what everyone thought

of us.

when i told, you said

"let them think whatever.

don't live for now

live for forever."

but i guess your forevers

didn't last as long

as mine.

but don't worry

i'm just saying that

i'm alone now

but i'm okay

down here.