15

bittersweet fifteen.

i finally feel like it.

i feel the rapture

i feel the joy

i feel the pain

from doing the things

we can't explain

young romance;

i finally understand why

my best friend is afraid of falling in love–

it's because falling means failing

falling means hitting the bottom

falling means getting hurt

and falling means losing the game

but why did i fall for those swimming pool eyes

when i knew i was going to drown in the first place?

maybe i was in too deep

and just for a second i thought

i could breathe underwater

when i'm with you

i feel like i'm in a dream

a dream where i'm living in the moment;

and it's only after the moment i realize

i'm not dreaming

i need to wake up and snap out of it

get back to reality

and every time we don't speak

is like a nightmare

where my world is crumbling apart

and the voice in my head

keeps telling me things i don't wanna hear

in the end

we're still too young to understand

but everything is going to be alright–
i know it