an emotional dump about a blonde haired boy

you were yellow like the sun in the early morning.

you were yellow like a chick, barely hatched.

you were yellow like a daisy when you smiled.

you were yellow like a coward when you backed out of kissing me

for fear of not doing it right, or making me uncomfortable

and now i wish to god that you would have.

and i dont know if that would have made this better or worse.

because we stopped talking a few weeks ago

but it feels like months, a year even, and all i can think

about is how i gradually watched you become more

distant, just like the years before because you have no

other way to protect yourself from all the people that

have walked away. it breaks my heart to see

you like this but I have no way of getting through

to you that I’m never going to walk away, no matter what.

but now it’s ten o’clock and I’m crying into my ramen

because everything reminds me of you, even soggy reheated noodles.