jaheba

the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach.

Im 18, not ready to "do what ever I'm supposed to do for the rest of my life ," yet. I'd rather go in the middle of nowhere and live there.

January 4, 2012 6:10 pm

You are dear to me, for the wrong reasons.

I do like your company, and the relationship we share.
I am sorry it’s not in the way you want it to be but I can’t change this.
Your comfort is suffocating, and overwhelming,
I’d like it to be like before;
Our company was like air,
Our friends the trees,
and we all went with the flow.
Now I’ve been infested with some sort of insect I can’t quite rid myself of.
You’re now everywhere but nowhere near me.
I don’t think of you in the way you flood your mind of me,
Yet your all that’s up there.
All over the walls of my mind, because I’m scared and worried,
You shouldn’t be flattered.
I know you think I should be but I’m filling with fear.
Fear of you, and for you.
The help you tried to give yourself didn’t work,
Let someone in.
Someone else in.
Don’t force them in,
They’ll just be there, just to help.
Just to help.

- written for a friend.