Nothing feels better than $100 on your sleeve and 6 friends to either side of you,
a car full of windy hair and messy veins,
under the kind of rain that lovers wait their whole lives for.
Nothing feels better than hopping the fence to sit on the edge,where the ocean is making all kinds of noises at 3pm,and the fog can't keep you from seeing it.
We stuck our heads out the sunroof.
A car honked.
Maybe two.
But it's too humid for dry eyes,
and January never felt so blue, blue, blue like the sea that came with it.
And you mean the world to me.
And you do, too.
So, stay a while,
under this thick sky next to your favorite hands.
Do not forget how you felt right there,
with windy hair and messy veins.
Do not forget how you felt as the city rolled behind you,
and the piers passed your windows,
and the ocean laughed as you swallowed it whole.
Do not forget how you fell in love with life,
in the backseat at 1am,
with windy hair,
messy veins,
and a wild heart.
A new semester just started in creative writing. And really, I'm tempted to have them just read your blog and model EVERYTHING after you. Because you are the truth. And I'm sick of complimenting you. But you are good at things. Really good.
ReplyDeletePlease don't be sick of complimenting me, I live off of them. I had a one-year birthday party for my blog.
Delete"the kind of rain that lovers wait their whole lives for"
ReplyDeleteThis whole post is insanely good. and It makes you all warm and fuzzy. This is what an incredible memory feels like on paper.