WHO SAID I SAID

CONGRATS, YOU GOT ME

it's been a month
a month and some weeks
and somehow you got me to do tell you more than i thought i could speak

i'm awake thinking about the freckles on your face that form constellations
i think about how much i can tell you and how much i can't bring up
how you think my friends are mean

you're soft and fragile
i want to protect that

fireworks and their ashes
that's how it feels
you'd be the only one to understand

but who said i said these were feelings
these are not feelings

this is what our friendship
not feelings