Write about me someday.
About the way I walked in crooked lines and the trouble it always managed to lead me into.
Put down in ink my annoying little smirk that I made so I could seem so tough,
When it was really just a broken smile putting up a damn good front.
Tell about our matching scars,
And the stories that they’re made from;
our childish, fun, brave adventures when it was us VS. the world,
And the world was no match.
Remember to jot down every dimple,
Every favorite song,
And faded jeans worn all summer long.
Don’t forget to scribble in the rainy days we loved so much
And write in every dream we ever had together to light a fire in you.
Please don’t hesitate to type in the laughter that echoes into the bruises and shouts;
The pain that drips onto heavy shoulders and clouded eyes
Because its all apart of it, too.
Its all apart of how much I love you.
Write about me someday:
I only ever write about you.