you and me in the past.

I remember kindergarten. Chasing round the playground with you. We claimed to be enemies, what a joke. You stole my crayons and demolished Hannah’s and my block house while I pulled your hair. Do you remember this?

Do you remember trying to get each other in trouble, on purpose?

I know you remember the monkey bars and the naughty word I said to you, but do you remember the rest? Do you recall every memory like I?

I’ll never forget the day I told you your eyes change colors in sixth grade. I was having a vulnerable moment and had obviously stared too long even though you were sitting behind me. You didn’t notice though, you probably suspected I was being rude.

Envy got the best of me quite a few times in the eight years we’ve known each other. This year, it hit me the hardest though. Terrible things escaped these lips. I’m thankful that you finally forgave me. I cherish our conversations during Christmas Break on msn.

I remember April 25th, sitting there on the monkey bars from fifth grade. It was freezing and people were staring. Do you remember that night at Nick’s house like I do? or do you regret it ever happened?

Do you remember the creek behind Josh’s house? or those wicked awesome swings behind Pammel and across the bridge? or when we walked to Austin’s house in the rain where I just happened to obsess over the basketball game?

Do you remember? Or am I the only one?

status quo.

we can't keep meeting like this.
- me, crushed and broken, startled by your upbeat smile. yet still managing a weak grimmace that fools all.
- you, jolly and sober, crooked smile plastered on the face.
we've been keeping too many secrets, and have hidden one too many lies behind our scars. so many differences in our appearances, yet we have so much in common. our eyes are both hard and stoney from all of the unwanted pain. pain that we cannot release. because commiting this terrible crime "standing up", is frowned upon. messing with the status quo just simply isn't done. so we fight the battle and cry in the privacy and comfort of loneliness. and this, just when we believed things were looking up.

emotion.

You make me weak in the knees and sick to my stomach.
You make me miserable, in the concept of me not being able
to see right through you like I can others.
I can't read your thoughts. This troubles me deeply.
You make me feel frustrated with your complicated ways and mixed emotions.
Scratching the surface with you, gets me nowhere.
You hide yourself from the world, and in a sense, I do too.
And I wonder, are you trying to read me, as am I to you?
I stab at the horrible decision to commit myself to you.
It is a horrendous move in this game of life.
You've never come through for others.
Yet, all this time, I feel, that I, could be your exception.