We grew up an arm’s length apart. I watched you
Make a mess out of your life, although I never participated. I just found out, ultimately.
But there you are, wearing that shirt in which you shine. God, you are so handsome. Being around you makes me feel insecure; it feels like you’d slip out of my arms any time. And there’d be no point in prolonging any courtship, because it’d take a million ton of weight
To keep me from not liking you
I’d hate this repetitive and cursed beautiful song
In which I’d been a victim of
A burden for you to have to drag a girl so giddy
And a trap for me ’cause I could never think clearly
It’s something in the winds that influence my colors
I helplessly dance along its trail as it combs my hair
I spin while it wraps me with intoxication
In a bundle, a fabric of some sort of love
What you’re left to see is a girl who’s a bit dull
So I beg you
To break it all
I’m not myself when I’m with you I lose it
It’s in your virtue to seek that what makes you shine
And when you’ll find her
Break this ghastly heart of mine
To not to love is a curse and to do it will kill
We’ll live in this amnesiac, half dead dream
At arm’s length
There was a boy she once loved. She fell in love with him when she was eight years old and he was in his little bicycle. He sped by her while she shyly walked to school. During recess, she saw him playing in the monkey bars with classmates, and after school, she’d spot his outgoing-self laughing and telling jokes to his friends.
She met him twenty years later, and he looked just as handsome, except older. He glanced at her with a mischievous smile and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She blushed, but was crying inside because of how hard life had gotten. He took her to the beach and they swam in the oceans together. He took her to the mountains and they hugged each other. He took her to the rivers, and they watched it flow in silence with her head on his shoulder. He took her everywhere, and she loved the thrill of it. She smiled ear to ear. They walked arm in arm.
They looked cute together. People never understood why they didn’t end up with each other. But truth be told, he was much too into pretty girls with big personalities, and she; guys with money. So the season turned and the clouds shifted their positions, and in no time the years progressed after they lovingly stared into each other’s eyes one night; unable to change what the stars had in store for them. That night, his beautiful eyes sparkled while he hid more want than anyone would ever want to admit, and her eyes–they tried to look positive; although she wished to never leave his arms.
Everyone wondered what happened to them afterwards, but most likely he found a pretty girl, moved on, and lived a big voluptuous life. But she, she died living alone forever. The tree and the leaves tell me that. Right around here they buried her in the grave, and an innocent bright flower blooms over it, for a few days in summer.
You’re a handsome, educated man. You can find another chick easily. It’ll be harder for me; being this shy. And just as finicky. I’ll be better off caretaking for animals out there in the boonies. Better off watching the streets under the hot afternoon sun on a boring, dull day. Or taking a walk along hilly landscapes with a jacket on. Cutting vegetables with a knife. Brewing something in the stove. Making a bonfire. Sitting on a rock and watching the sunset over the valley. Just trying to live.