How Long Boarding Is Like Loving You

These Things Are How You Make Me Feel

Like the whole spectrum of color and light, sometimes its exploding inside of me, sometimes its exploding just out of my reach

Like running through a field in slow motion

Like there are cities growing inside my chest

Like the way my mom feels at parades and sometimes the way I feel at parades

Like a California subway station whether empty or full

Like a campfire up the canyon 

Like when your underwater and realize how quiet it actually is

Loving you is like driving down Suncrest too fast

Loving you is like bowling, but sometimes i’m the ball and sometimes i’m the pins

Like trying to clean up raw eggs off the kitchen floor

Like blasting music in my car, sometimes its nice, other times it gives me panic attacks

Its like night time in the rain

Its like kissing in the rain

Its like I am the rain, and I'm just falling

Its like exploring a foreign country but occasionally its like moving to yet another house that I will never call home

Like getting called on in class when i wasn't paying attention

Like having one card left in uno then getting hit with a draw 4 card, it sucks, but sometimes it doesn’t, because i was trying to let you win anyways

Its like wearing your favorite shirt and staining it

Its like the universe when someone doesn't appreciate the immense perplexity of it, 

i’m usually the universe

Like the moment you tip your chair back too far

Like the time I tripped down the stairs with a spoon in my mouth and it got shoved to the back of my throat

Its like getting a zero on a math test when you were expecting a hundred, also, its vise versa

Its like you planted lovely flowers in my lungs, they were nice for a while, but darling i cant breathe anymore and their roots are digging into my chest 

Its like the freedom of riding your longboard down a hill, but its also the speed wobbles, its also the terrifying moment of stepping off and cascading toward the ground, tumbling till your lying sprawled out on the asphalt, breathing heavily and heart pounding. Its the road rash and the ripped jeans and the headaches. Its the telling your story over and over, its the bandaids, its the scars that fade but never enough.