the year we found (black) magic.

i dont like hot weather.
i'd rather stay in.

this is what he told me, at 2am. while i tried to read in between the lines. while we were legs and arms intertwined beneath the covers of our make believe life.

i like the rain best.
i like it when its cold.

i said this to him, noticing the far away look in his eye. he was always someplace else. always not with me. maybe trying to escape me, mentally. emotionally. i always tried my best to pull him back in. with words of love and encouragement. but it seemed to only work when it was words of hate and discouragement.

us two together, were warped twins.
friends called us the terrible twosome
and i cringed when i saw lovers carrying on happily. hugging and kissing in the street.

inevitably, the conversations turned into ugly little things. like,

i cant stand to hear your voice

or

i dread coming home to you

oh, but weren't they such magical moments we had even just for a little while? atleast when things turned shitty, we managed to set eachother free.

me: riding happily in the single lane
and you: with a girl that looks just like me.