I’ve never understood how rain has a smell
though water does not.
I guess we’re smelling how the raindrops magically interact
with everything around them:
tree leaves, flower petals, and sun soaked streets.
I’ve never understood why I notice you entering the room
though other girls I do not.
I guess I’m noticing how you magically interact
with everything around you:
smiling friends, perfect strangers, and me.
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does that mean the tree is lonely? Because I sure feel lonely when no one hears me falling apart.
I’m not a shell of myself when she’s gone. After all, shells are tough and strong.
Feelings Like This
He’s the boy of every girl’s dreams:
you can take him home to mom; you can take him in your sheets.
She’s beautiful in a small and shy way:
she’s realer than the rest, not another bitch, Barbie.
They’ve been friends for far too long.
Love’s come upon them like sleep: slow, then all at once.
They believe they control their feelings;
but feelings like this, they control you.
They try and play dumb, but they can feel the change.
They deny it to their friends, say things are still the same.
But how about that first kiss? And the second one, too?
Is that something “just friends” do?
His mind flip flops like a fish on land,
and she’s too scared to put the truth in his hands.
They go back and forth between a laugh and a fight;
they won’t admit that this happiness is right.
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