Monday, August 30, 2010

Frustration.

I had a dream that you sent me an email.

I don't remember what it said.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

That you were counting down.

To the day she asked you out.

Even one year later, does it pain you still?

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

I spent four years.

Hoping that you'd ask me for help. It could have been anything: schoolwork, girls, family issues. I would have jumped at the chance to be your guardian angel. I wanted to help you so badly, but you never needed it. I was always ready to catch you, but you never fell.

Last night, I dreamt that you took me aside. You looked me straight in the eyes and said, "My friends beat me up." Your face was covered in bruises, and you gave me this look that went straight to my heart.

I wanted to hug you. I wanted to take you in my arms, because you looked like you were going to cry. I wanted to let you know that it's okay to shed tears, that you don't always need to be strong. I wanted to comfort you, soothe you, be the help to you that I never was.

But before I could do anything, I woke up.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

I'll write a book about you.

I'll write you in ways you never even knew.

And though they're all lies, each one will be true.

Friday, August 6, 2010

And then I thought.

It's only three and a half years.

Right?

Sunday, August 1, 2010

An exposure to stardust.

No wonder you shine so brightly.