You can always find someone else to shower your love on
but never someone else to cry ugly in front of.
I guess we passed the stage of trial
and reached the final phase of denial.
I’ll eat my feelings and go to sleep
and bury my emotions way too deep.
I’ll look for you on the loneliest roads
but not for long ’cause I’m scared of ghosts.
And in a perfect world, we would be chilling by a fire
singing Taylor Swift songs, sitting on a trashed tire.
I’ll build the fire, you fetch the roast
and to our friendship, we would raise a toast.
and I would tell my parents that they were wrong
that my friends were real and always stuck along.
And the plans we made about marrying “The ones”
would end on a perfect note by you all forcing me to dance.
Forever we would talk fondly of the trip in 12th grade
which was a literal hell, but the night on the balcony cut like a blade.
We would complete the bucket list we once made
and would party the day we all finally got laid.
People would still talk about us like we were the best of friends
we would have made a perfect example of how a good thing never ends.
The forever and always we talked about, would be true
if I were maybe a little humble, but so were you.
Poetry In My Veins 