who would have thought,
that the night that i met you ( even if we had known each other since before)
(even if our numbers were already on each other's phones)
could be, possibly, too probable,
i think,
the last night in which i wasn't actually me, simply
electric feel.
(bare feet against the ground)
(skies above and so high)
(but no higher than us)
(or at least no higher than me)
i fucked it up, but i don't actually regret what i did.
running away just to find you was,
most definitedly (surely)
a great beginning of the end
maybe it was just another night for you,
(because if you were high too, it was probably because we were on a roof)
and i can't believe i'm wasting actual paper and ink on you, (you, amazing! wonderful!)
waisting it on you (fool-around boytoy)
you
(perhaps something else which i'll never find out)
(my mom tells me i do idolize things too much)
talking about my mom -
i can't believe she will tear our (whatever that was) ((beautiful))
apart
and while we are on that -
please thank your dad.
and also thank you!
because if i should have kissed somebody it should have been you (you, gentle, friendly, dreamy)
i have a feeling things are about to go wrong.
i am talking about purple knuckles, and nights laying on the shower floor and no electric feel.
i will listen to my sad playlist
( and try not to play the songs you said you heard when you were sad)
(because i am not sad)
(i'm just numb)
you also said you were a ghost-
and alright that was a joke-
(and with me everything is a joke)
(except the things that are not)
but in my mind, it wasn't so much.
especially now.
ps. i will probably forget you in a few weeks
april 2, 2017
(5 days to temporal death)
(x days to be forgiven)
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WOW THIS IS SO CRINGY. just wanna let u know that i wrote this three months ago and omg. as i read it i found some bits that i didn't like or some grammar mistakes but i didn't change anything bc wow. this is so raw and so honest and i don't do a lot of things like that. so this. is. a. literal treasure.
the ps was partly right i don't swoon over him anymore. in fact i don't find him lovely, nor gentle. my idea of him changed drastically so ya.
i think it is possible to die from secondhand embarassment. bc me from april is such a pussy lmao.
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