an emotional dump about a blonde haired boy
you were yellow like the sun in the early morning.
you were yellow like a chick, barely hatched.
you were yellow like a daisy when you smiled.
you were yellow like a coward when you backed out of kissing me
for fear of not doing it right, or making me uncomfortable
and now i wish to god that you would have.
and i dont know if that would have made this better or worse.
because we stopped talking a few weeks ago
but it feels like months, a year even, and all i can think
about is how i gradually watched you become more
distant, just like the years before because you have no
other way to protect yourself from all the people that
have walked away. it breaks my heart to see
you like this but I have no way of getting through
to you that I’m never going to walk away, no matter what.
but now it’s ten o’clock and I’m crying into my ramen
because everything reminds me of you, even soggy reheated noodles.