9/7/19
how is it that you don't reply for days,
making me feel like chipped paint, being constantly covered up with another layer.
and as soon as your name pops effortlessly onto my phone screen, waves of butterflies wash through my stomach.
i glance back at you in class and catch a look at your beauty.. honey oozing from your smile. i ask myself how you you even bother to remember a girl like me.
images cross my mind...
it's us, laying in a field of bluebells.
me, decorating your golden ringlets with their petals as you speak music notes to my ears.
you look up at me, eyes dancing softly across my face.
i will forever know you as the bluebell boy.
my bluebell boy.
