flowers in your hair.

You two are mean and somehow so kind.
Brutally honest yet somehow so comforting.

 

But we're not best friends.

There is so much we don't agree on, we see the world differently, people wouldn't associate us with one another. Which is why we are clearly going separate ways in life.

Yeah, we're not best friends.

We take doses of each other then, we take a break, then, come back and pick right up where we left off.

We've seen the cute boy crushes, the blooming flowers, the calm, coffee drinking, lullaby singing episodes of each others life.
But my goodness, we've also seen the unpleasant, disastrous, the wallowing worst.

From dressing in vibrant colors, nudging each others hips for attention, and pointing at the camera and screaming, "smile!"
To hearing the dead leaves crunch beneath our feet, black dresses, dark shades, interlocking hands, and whispering, "smile."

But we're not best friends.
Your honesty would take me by surprise, you'd say, " you're building a bridge to nowhere..
but I'll help you build until you realize. And when you do, don't fret, we can always break this down and start all over, and over, and over, until we get it right."

You two.
You bore a responsibility that didn't belong to you.
 You were burdened
by what burdened me.
You gave up so much of your time, your Senior year.
When I had bad days, you had bad days, when I had good days, you had great days.

We're not best friends.
They're giving me dessert when I'm full, and I'm smiling and enjoying their company again. I still love them, nonetheless.
But..
I'll always hug you two a little tighter, not only will my arms embrace you but so will the warmth of my body.
You fed me when I was starving.
No matter what my opinion is of your life and beliefs, or yours of mine.
It doesn't matter,
 you'll always find a friend me.

As long as I have a place to lay my head down, so will you.
Wherever I am, my home, will be your home.

You're not my best friends.
You're a solid ground to keep me from slipping, immediately transforming into a cushion for when I fall anyway. A glance of your freckles, the sight of your long Greek hair, a crooked smile, and a perfectly tanned skin. A reminder when I look back, the living, breathing, proof, that the struggle ends.

                              And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears
                               And love will not break your heart but dismiss your fears
                                        Get over your hill and see what you find there

                                     With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair