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Silver skyline, Nineties rap music,
Will Smith’s Miami blasting
from my computer speakers.
Happiness doesn’t want us
to pretend we’re flying.
It keeps us buried in the sand.
But sandcastles is all we can build,
the world doesn’t know brown eyes
is quite the burden when it comes
to our romantic orientation
because sexuality is all
that the world knows.
They don’t see the things
we have fallen for.
2Pac’s Dear Mama is playing
whenever we feel alone
and we’ve got nothing to spare.
Bad kids club is all we’ll know
if we don’t send each other
a little bouquet of flowers.
Sixteen years old,
I wish you knew the darkness
I felt when you said I couldn’t be
the girl for you.
I appreciate you coming
to the small party.
It wasn’t a night to remember
but I remember is like
it was yesterday.
Happiness is something
we wanted to feel.
But it’s all that we wanted,
I know how tears fall.
I know how it makes us believe
in something we don’t want.
I wanted to be with someone
who cares so much about me
than I could ever do for myself.
Eighteen years old,
I wanted to erase your name
from my crimson lips.
But something wanted us,
to be the people who becomes friends
even if we have to pretend
that nothing’s wrong.