The opening of her mouth spread the flies to the window, she really has captivated you with details in her lingo. It’s so mesmerizing observing a grown woman become a fool, but am I really so different? I’m the biggest one of this school.

Sitting by the bleachers I can hear the buzz, my blood vessels shift to olive green “just because”. As I’m sweating off the oil my crown slips, don’t really have any claim over your lips.

Every girl I know has told me the same, “He’s so beautiful…” and it’s kinda of making me insane. Without trying you burst my heart into a thousand flames. At least be honest with yourself: you hate the way other boys look at me as well. Sometimes I walk on eggshells despite your warning of the danger of my youth.

Do you think of me as a forbidden fruit? The one you do not dare to pursue even when I’ve given you the cue. My red puckered lips, and gingham dress in the color blue, what if I went back in time and kissed you?

Next to the Christmas lights, I should’ve sought your advice on grown-up matters I couldn’t care less about. We’ve confessed we’re both burnout, and I wait for you to shout: «Will you be mine?» and I reply, «You really took your time.»

I won’t tell him if you won’t either, if it isn’t clear I’m talking about Caesar. Every day he gives me a fever to the point where I almost have a seizure. I am prepared to burn his empire, I am willing to lose my power, I will do all this if you weren’t a coward.

But Rome wasn’t built in a day, and you aren’t as nice as you were to me in May. Oh, and to my dismay! You’ve cowardly displayed the antihero play you’ve saved every year on your Spotify replay.

I don’t want to love anymore, I’ve locked my heart in the steel drawer. If it beats for you in a second, I’ll break my neck and threaten myself ‘til the words aren’t pleasant. Cutting the oxygen and blood, asking God whether I could have a refund from the love I’ve allowed you to mug for far too long.

Don’t need your pity niceties nor your tolerance of my late twenties. High school was so yesterday, and I rather receive a better pay. In the city where half of our friends wish they were, the same place I’ll become someone whose heart yearns for more. Marriage? No, what’s the point of signing a contract? Boyfriend? No, what’s the point of being trapped? You as a friend? Only if you’re inclined to keep in contact.

In ten-years the past will haunt you back, half a century alive how about that? I’ll introduce you to Eva first, because she’ll have my eyes and a kinder soul. She’ll sing as beautiful as mockingbird, she’ll be a little me, but greater than what is written in this scroll. Above it all, she’ll remind you of how there was time where you could have been mine.