How do you write with desirable words and you barely think of which one comes next.
With seemingly no effort, you scribble across a blank page and words become a whole world.
I can’t quite count the number of hairs on my head nor the amount of times a wished I had your vocabulary and your never ending knowledge of random things nobody seems to care about except you.
I’ve seen the same commercial 3 times since I’ve been sitting on this chair. Completely annoyed by this as it scatters my thoughts and each time thinking about how you barley smile when you see me.
I’m your past.
I can remember siting on your bedroom floor wondering how many hours you played on each gameboy you have.
I liked your closet door.
I played with the carpet. So nervous I couldn’t breathe properly. You made me blush with every word you spoke and I wished I didn’t feel guilty for wanting to press my lips to yours.
And now I can only image the damage I’ve done to your heart. Your mind.
I wonder how many 5 hour energies you’ve shot down your throat. How many countless hours you spend laying in your bed at night counting the clicks from your fan. If your fan is even on, or even clicks.