most of my memories are from his house.
i forget what we did with our spare time, but i remember so much more.
i remember howling with laughter as he dogs rushed over to greet us on the floor
we sand along to Lil Peep with our limbs stretched out across the iced tile of his kitchen
i forget why we stopped, but we did and that was that.
i could never forget his laugh echoing through the room
it will always stay ringing in my ears.
his eyes were beautiful.
like the whole color palate tied into one.
his hands played a whole bands worth of music,
i remember being astonished.
or when he introduced me to Frank Ocean
and i admired the album because it was as orange as his hair.
ill never forget his cheers when i lost the bet
because i was wiping away half drunken tears and yelling "shut up"
i remember every drive to bagel basket
or the beach
or his house
i forget everything he said because i wanted him to shut his mouth
and kiss me
or rest his hand on my thigh
or gave me a slight hint that i wasnt overthinking
but he drove stick and was too shy to push further
i wish that he felt the same
but he didnt.
the fact i remember every detail of his face hurts.
because i know he doesnt remember shit about me.
