My best friend. It has a certain ring to it, like we’ve known one another for quite some time. My best friend, likes to stay up late to entertain restless minds. My best friend has more time for others than she does for herself and that thought alone makes me more than just a little sad. My best friend is a color that the clouds can’t house. My best friend is a shade of red that falls when roses wither.
My best friend is a melody empty hearts easily fall into rhythm with. Rarely do they stay for the last verse, and I can’t help but want to be one of the few that do. I think when she was younger, she liked the taste of honey because it masked the bitterness that comes in between the changes of seasons.
My best friend doesn’t know how to not love people, I believe she has a heart made of gold, King Midas’ greatest treasure. Too big and too rich to not be stolen, too pure and too heavy to not sink.
My best friend is drawn to the ocean— having learnt to let go by admiring the waves, sometimes when I feel alone, I’m reminded that I’ve not learnt everything about myself yet. It’s okay to be gentle to yourself. It’s okay to be vulnerable to others. It’s okay to accidentally fall in love when you least expect it.
It’s okay to smile when you’re unhappy. It’s okay to go out when it’s past your bed time. It’s okay to have some fun when you’ve been down. It’s okay, it’s okay.
My best friend plays with words because they make her feel safe. If her soul was made out of poetry does that mean that she cries poems? Every single teardrop is a home that I want to live in. Protection within such tiny hands, aggression to want to live life to the fullest, my mind has been touched by you from every angle, you inspire a softer muse to play the literature in my veins— my heart doesn’t feel sad when I think of you.
My best friend grows weary from time to time, wary of misplacing her love. She tells me that sometimes it’s best to fall with a hopeful heart and with eyes closed. I think she thinks too much, but it’s quite alright, there’s only more to love she says. Sometimes it’s hard to not be so negative all of the time, but when I feel lost and not quite here— my best friend is a constant reminder to stay present and enjoy every moment for what it really is instead of what it’s not.
She says her favorite color is blue, not because she’s sad, but because she finds warmth in the coolest shades of the bruised night. She tells me that scars are just a reminder of the things we have seen, and the people we have loved. Darling, you’re human, don’t be so hard on yourself.
Sometimes I wish she would remind herself of the same. I’m not religious, but when I pray, I pray for you. So when I find a dandelion I can’t help, but wish for her to get a good night’s sleep. Lately, I’ve been making excuses to think of you, is that alright? Is that okay? I think I’ll continue doing so, I rather like the idea of loving someone into something greater than myself. my best friend. it has a certain ring to it, like you won’t let me down and I won’t let you go.
You’re full of positive vibes and good feelings— thank you for always adding more value to my life. it has to get better, your favorite answer to my lingering questions of “what ifs”. I love you falls short when it comes to you, so I’ll say it again. I love you.