C-L-S

every second I think

this is the oldest I have ever been

this is the youngest I will ever be again

this second is gone                      this one too

I read your writing

I study your art

everyones

everyones

everyones.

I read things

and study the names at the bottom

wondering about the life.

Growing up isn't something you enjoy

Unless you're, like,

Five,

And the world is still golden,

And you can't see

The hourglass

And the grains of sand

Falling

Falling

I know it's wrong 

But I'm dreaming of your eyes

I'm cursing to myself 

But I'm drowning in their lies

Your voice is deafening like a lullaby 

Your beauty is blinding like the dark

I regret not kissing you

But I regret kissing you then

I regret not treating you right

But it's behind me

I think of how we talk

Of how we laugh

I wish for my feelings to not just be one sided