when the party's over | mike clifford

When we were young we were taught things by rhymes. Some were a little bit more important than others. No one ever taught us about the things that were above our size, beyond our eyes.

We were taught to stay away from a sugar like substance given to us in a dark alley by a random man, but never did anyone say anything about a single thing that causes our heartbeat to run quicker in speed.

We are forced to learn about this wonderful yet terrifying thing on our own. And, of course, we have to learn the hard way.

For me, my lover traveled the world for living. He was apart of a garage band with a boy band fan base and rock like shows. I witnessed every single day of his "punk rock" phase. Now, he just finished a world tour for his band's third studio album, Youngblood.

Though everyone else does, I don't see him as THE Michael Clifford from THE 5 Seconds of Summer. I see him as Mike. My amazing brother-like (ew not in that way. his just overly protective.) boyfriend.

We got to know each other in freshman year at a "back to school" party my cousin took me to, not randomly in a grocery store asking him for a picture together.