“There’s a fish tank hangin’ crooked on the ceiling,”
Nestled amongst the iron vines of a McDougal bar.
There was something in the air that night,
It reeked of cheap incense and ADHD to some
But to me was of sun-pampered earth

You grew like a wildflower next to me
Feeding off the energy of simple dandelions
As we stood tethered to each other,
By none other than Destiny,
Who was keeping pollen-laden eyes on us

No one danced as much as you
In a breeze filled of sweet and sour intentions.
You couldn’t taste the bitter like I could,
Because the sun scorched your pessimistic tongue,
And blinded your pre-ripe eyes

We lived in a black box for 2 years
Sharing Art’s bedroom
Wrapping ourselves in sheets of laughter,
Mattress springs made of crystalized tears,
And pillows stuffed with cotton and dreams

“I’ve become too judgmental of other people judging,
I think just because I reject it in myself.”
Even then you showed aversion to the dark,
(I always knew you were a water-bending Gryffindor)
A distaste for the plastic scattered in our minds.

We knew the walls were ravens
Pecking at us until we convolutedly morphed.
We never wanted to,
It was the seasons that plucked our petals
And the peers that nicked our stems

To this day I wonder how it would be
If Destiny never planted us together,
And if I would’ve had the courage
To change into a bird
Without your words “I’m proud to be your friend”