No masks, no disguises
Shrouded in fog and mist but temperature's hotter than dew point
Or whatever the weather unit has been long forgotten
No pretty words to dot my sentiments
Waxing lyrical about darkness and love and you and heartbreak
Take care out there in the world of sharks
Everyone's hungry and stupid and yet they still pay big bucks for plants to smoke that make them hungrier
I guess I'll find my place among the minnows and angelfish and the occasional clownfish
Maybe this shark in disguise can fit in
Or maybe
Maybe they'll all stare and gossip and think that I really should swim out of their cozy coral reef
But I don't know
I don't care
I'll miss you that's what I'm trying to say.
I'll be baking brownies for high tea. Strictly no sugar.
I'll be sleeping during a hockey match.
I'll see someone in the mall with gorgeous flaming, blonde hair and bam.

You'll flood my mind
We both know. The KITs and promises to meet fade away into a little corner of our minds, each not wanting to call for fear of awkwardness. So we promise ourselves tomorrow and summer floats by like a cloud that's pink and purple and pretty all over then high school starts and it gets worse so we never see each other again.

Maybe all contact diminishes except for the occasional happy birthday facebook post.
Someday like today I'll be stalking your fb page and reminiscing and you'll be the top dog, the shark that gets all the fishies and I'll just be the one that hides in coral holes.

It's a wonder that we became friends at all. You're the skater with wit and I'm the loner that never opened up.

I'll miss you and I really don't want this friendship to collapse but I don't wanna text you because it's expensive and will be awkward.

I'm glad I found you. Or you found me. I said hi first. But you smiled first.
8th grade is the best middle school year.