book of poems

old friends

closing my eyes, i take myself back to those times
when we would laugh until we were about to cry
and stay up late at night
waiting for the sunrise.
we'd talk about life
and why we think we're here
and describe our memories that we haven't revisited since last year.
cry about death,
then laugh till we're both out of breath.
it's unreal the amount of fun we had
but now, looking back it just makes me sad
every time i write about you i feel like it's a pointless speech
but i just hope you take into consideration the words that I would preach
every time I open an app your face is always there
and sometimes i let myself slip and feel my heart begin to tear
but shortly after i'll get myself a few stitches
smile through the pain and count out all my wishes.

one:
i wish you were still you
and that we could go back to doing what we would always do

two:
i wish you were aware of the fact that I always cared,
but i should've known trying to fix you wasn't the same as being repaired

three:
i wish you weren't so naïve
any time you'd get pissed you'd just get right up and leave

there's so much more I could say
but there's only so many hours in a day

i'll choose to remember our good times
and try not to think about all of your dirty crimes