“he’s just a childhood friend.”

10 Aug

Our stories

by the scars on our knees,
kites of our youth,

butterfly chases and tall tales,
recess and snack time,

long walks home
reading books and strange adventures,

those crazy all-night endeavors,
old bike rides of adolescence,
insecurities and angst,

pranks and laughs
equally broken hearts
saltwater tears
and used tissues,

creases in our palms,
cliche love poems,

laced fingers and
clasped hands,
madly beating hearts,
mingling of breaths,
and the sweat of our skin.


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