I don’t say this enough to you so…

Thank you,

For being there, lifting me up, and keeping me grounded.

Listening to my problems with no judgement.

Giving me advice even when I don’t want it.

Always there even when we are distant.

You’ve been around for a long ass time. Since ’07 holding it down.

I’m grateful our paths crossed. You’ve seen me through the rise and falls.

And you’ll continue to see me through it all.

Bottoms up to you and this beautiful friendship.

Bottoms up to being you.

Thank you.

Hello old friend…

How are you?

It’s been a while since you’ve visited me last…

I’ll admit I have been waiting. Thinking you forgot about me but you didn’t.

Did you visit others before coming back to me? Make them feel what you make me feel?

I sure hope not. They shouldn’t know how it feels.

How the feel of your cold caress dances on my skin. The dark embrace you love to encase me in. How the kisses you lay upon me make me feel alone, distant, insignificant. No, they shouldn’t know how it feels.

You can’t stay long now, no matter how familiar you are to me. I need some light soon. Do you hear me?

Don’t worry, I’ll let everyone believe I’m fine while you are here. Fake a smile from ear to ear.

Your grip has been tight over the years, but now it’s gotten tighter. It hurts, please let go.

Your presence has always been overbearing, but now it’s worse. You’re suffocating me. Please, let me go.

Each breath I take is labored, calculated, small. I’m trying not to lose it all.

Why can’t you let me go? Be free? Let me see the world as I need. Don’t cut my wings before I take my leave.

This has gone too far. I’m suffocating! Please, just let me go.

Started with a dance on a chilly Saturday night. Thought it would be a one time thing but you kept coming back. Then we started talking. How’d you get under my skin?

I started to get attached while my guard is up. How?

Then you disappeared which made me rethink. How’d you get under my skin?

While you were radio silent, I tried to stop thinking about you. How’d you get under my skin?

I couldn’t stop. How’d you get under my skin?

You appeared again, we got to talking, hanging out which lead to getting attached even more. How?

You snuck your way underneath my skin and I can’t get you out. My guard is crumbling, I don’t like this feeling. Is my heart ready to be broken again?

How’d you get under my skin?