Skimmer2222

When we said friends forever and crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers, I could only believe those words lodged in your heart like they did mine because every time I think back I can't help but remember the late-night conversations under star lit constellations, and study sessions where we learned more about each other than we did Biology   but now it's clear that each beat of your heart has made those words fade, and you could care less about crossed pinkies but I'll still see you, and hear your voice whispering forever, and I'll still wish the meaning hadn't changed- like you.

Her eyes return my gaze, A gentle “Hello” at first glance. Those chocolate brown coloured eyes, So full of love and compassion.                                                            Without a sound from my lips,                                                                  A solitary cry escapes.    

Fitting in's a trap: they put you inside the box, and then close the lid.

"I miss you." "I miss you, too." "How long has it been?" "Only a week. How's the internship?" "Boring, but I'm learning a lot. I want to come home. I miss you." "Is the weather in Phoenix nice?" "No, it's too hot. I miss you." "Are you having fun, at least?" "Not really. I miss you." "I miss you, too, but I thought we already established that." "I know. It just...feels like half of my body is back home, sleeping in bed next to you." "I just looked under the covers. Nothing's there, I promise." "You know what I meant." "You're right, I do. I'll let you in on a secret, though." "Shoot." "I'll be gone one day, and you'll be alone.

She was just four years old kicking her feet harder and harder, as the swingset creaked and cracked She finally reached the peak, jumped off, and said, "Mama, I'm gonna fly." and so she did; three feet into the air, sticking the landing like a gymnast And I wonder everyday if those were the same words she muttered before jumping off that bridge, unable to remember, you only fly for a little while.