the story we were supposed to share

for freshman me and CH; always remember where you came from and where you are gonna go. here is something i wrote recently. hopefully i will have enough courage to show CH this. love you always, 7th grade me we started just texting it was all nice at first but like a broken mirror it was all a curse i don’t know what to say to the way you talk your bringing up the past in a way i didn’t want i see myself through your eyes those broken shallow eyes i’m trying to just say one thing but you won’t listen to any of my advice this flame is going to blow and there’s going to be a giant flare but the way this story was written was for both of us to share i’m the funny friend i’m the one who’s always happy i’ve gotten good at hiding but i’m always and constantly napping because once i get home no one seems to care about my feelings or my day while they sit on their phone time ticks away it’s pretty easy now now that i can lie my lies are so convincing i don’t know what’s real and what’s fake i hope you don’t feel this this way that i do because i see myself through your eyes but please remember i love you