Cutting Corners.

Me and my friend… we used to cut corners.

Corners that existed in the realms of assumptions and judgement, and where f*** you meant not really, and arguing was a deal breaker, until that decision was a breaker, breaker of chains and friend groups. Though we both love fall out boy, they had a fall out, girl,

What the hell would I be without you? Brave face talk so lightly, hiding the truth, just like everyone else, we wanted to stick with you like superglue, when you always said you couldn’t take no for an answer, you needed a break, so that’s what you got, but

It just landed you with me. Me, the one you met mutually through a simple bike ride, one ride on the concrete pavement was enough to pave a friendship deeper than the oceans that you so fear.

Those nights that we'd ask each other questions of life and strife going back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and lightbulbs and flickering and tears of laughter and tears of remorse and late nights of texts though your decision was a hex…

So what’s next?

Turning on the corner on the dime, no secrets to be kept no words to be mimed, because our years together are bound to be timed, ticking down and the hourglass trickling down into a pit of memories.

Memories in plan, and memories at hand waiting the days that the sand runs through.

But these corners can be sharp. A paper cut into feelings and insecurities and fights and late nights,

I’ll never forget the way you smile, I’m sure I won’t forget, I’ll be here for a while.

I will walk miles with you. But not in front of you, not behind you, but beside you. Beside you, and as we walk, we won’t be cutting corners.