I cried today
On the monkey bars at our old playground and I didn't understand why
There was nothing specifically to cry about if not everything.
I just thought about change and did
I just want the best for you, you know?
And I'd give up my identity; all my black polka-a-dot moles and green skin for it too.
I'd give up all my pleasures of a "ladybug"; the warm afternoons on leaves of white oak trees I lay before we have our conversations about nothing and you leave without saying goodbye into your pink-haired boyfriend's silver truck
It was never fun laying on his window when you used to ask me to come along and I hung on to the window wipers as he sped up for our dear friend, Nobody's entertainment.
It's not a secret you're the first thing I think about when I get hassled by a cloud of demeaning gnats and blood-sucking mosquitos and try to remind myself the good outcome in the world besides trees.
If I could give my wings for you to have the strength to never spoil, I would.
And it's unfortunate while I praise your angelic behavior, I think about destroying myself and I'm unsure if I did it already, but it's hard to talk about it with you when your cake-frosting lips rant about something a friend said in history class.
It'll be selfish if I only wish to be with you rather than growth.
And I try not to think about that our snow pants and plan to live off golden Oreos doesn't fit in our life anymore and bees are now our hardest-working friends because as it means growth, it also means we're growing apart
You're stressed out about your dance competition this Saturday and I'm worried it'll rain tomorrow.
The sun and I were just finally catching up, and just as they promised they'd watch me be born, they promised to watch me die and I want to make sure I have company just in case you're not going to be around.
-Scratch that, you weren't around.
And maybe that's my fault.
