Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
the intimacy of sharing. of tasting drinks without worrying about waterfalling. of trading sweaters. of leaning in, connected by the wires of my 2016 earbuds. of sharing not just objects but space. your head on my shoulder or my feet up in your lap. of sharing not just space but time. of both of us losing sleep just to talk for 15 more minutes. of sharing not just time but knowledge. the “i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but” and homework help. the intimacy of letting someone hold a piece of what makes up your soul. maybe even letting them keep it. i think about it every time i let you borrow my pencil.
still not friends
still haven't talked
but he celebrated my 250 day duolingo streak
its the little things
that hurt the most
what happens when you lose a friend?
when he drops you without warning
stops talking to you, but tells everyone else how much he hates you
how annoying you are
and you didn't expect it
but maybe you did
you felt it coming in his exasperation
in the way he stopped texting back
in the way he laughed at everybody's jokes but yours
unexpected, but expected all the same
he did it to others, so why shouldn't it be your turn?
you tell yourself you're better off
and everybody else agrees
but you can't help but be a little sad, still
unexpected
like an anvil dropped onto my head
expected
i felt it in the way he sighed