January 11th 2016. Happy 16th Birthday. It was hot, and we celebrated on the beach. I still can't get over the fact I got sunburnt only on my ass because you didn't want to get told off by my parents for touching me there. But sunburn aside it was a beautiful day, we lay on our towels side by side and you dragged my hydrophobic ass into the water. I loved that day, not only because we were celebrating you, (we were also celebrating us too) but because we just lay next to each other in the sun all afternoon and talked. You told me about your cheeky nights with the boys, and about your family adventures, in fact you told me a lot that day. And I listened, to it all, I still remember what you said. I remember everything about our relationship. Because I truly loved you, and I'm sure my present (that you weren't allowed to open until you got home) explained that too. I haven't been to the beach since then, it reminds me of my time there with you.
I miss you.
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thoughts i do not wish to exist. poems and problems.
Poetryin the depths of loneliness and sadness i've created a book which may or may not act as a diary or may just remain to be the shitty poems i sometimes write all rights reserved © mikemicalromance if i see anyone steal my poems i will hunt you down a...
