Life Starts Now l Three Days Grace
Zimmer 483 - Tokio Hotel
Witness - Blessthefall
Deja Entendu - Brand New, Cycles - Cartel, In Search Of Solid Ground - Saosin
Dragonette-“Fixin’ to Thrill” & Jason Mraz’s “We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things”
Metric, Fantasies and Manchester Orchestra’s Mean Everything to Nothing and YYY’s It’s Blitz
I would hang this on my wall if I could.
(I started a project where I’m going to write about someone I’ve known or loved, (at least) once a week, for a year. It’s called: “To various persons, all at once.)
I Google-Earthed my old house yesterday and it bothered me to see a different car in the driveway. With fingers like legs, I strolled down the screen- across my cul-de-sac and around the corner to yours- to find your house, and saw that trampoline we used to jump on and your stepfather’s truck still parked out front. I guess some things stay exactly the same.
You used to coax me into trashcans so you could jump over me with your skateboard, and I would always oblige because being one of the guys meant being your number one girl. TJ lived closer to you, but you would always knock on my door first, and I’d wear it like a badge of honor shaped like a smirk.
You had bright eyes and a charming smile and once you almost kissed me on the side of your house, but your mom came out and invited me in for dinner and we never talked about it again. But sometimes, weeks after, you would blush and run your fingers through my hair; it was sweet and quite enough to fill me up.
One summer, I watched your dog while you were out of town, and I would lay across your bed every afternoon and listen to pop-punk bands sing love songs through the static of the radio. I missed you with every word and every chorus repeat. (Here, I’ll admit it: I fed your dog too many treats because I wanted him to like me, and he had two names so I never knew what to call him when he ran down the block barking at stunned garden gnomes.)
You always sat next to me on the bus, and we made jokes about things we didn’t fully understand, and your little sister would always tug on my sweatshirt and ask me if I wanted to kiss you on the lips. When I moved away you promised me you’d take me to prom when we were older. It never happened, but not for lack of trying.
I guess I just miss being young.
And I miss you, I miss you.