Hannah Elieson: nostalgia

old soul

you say you have an old soul

and mine's growing weary waiting for you.

this week has been everything we hoped for plus two
and if we close our eyes

then maybe,

just maybe,

nothing will change

at least for now.

i'm a bit of a hopeless case.
stress case.
basket case.

but you already know that.

you're a bit of a punk and i've seen your kind before.
cool. confident. but not collected.
because on the inside aren't we all a bit confused?

we're all desperate to relate but vulnerability's knock is a little harder than we're used to.

you live in a ghost town 30 minutes from here but face time is only fun for so long until you start pixelating and we're snapped back to the meaning of long distance.

I get jealous of people who see you everyday because my sarcasm isn't as funny typed and snapchat isn't cutting it.

we both know that.

but gas is cheap

and so is talk.

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good old days

how could I forget

I remember when times were simpler.

When the hardest part of the day was tying your shoes.

I remember making bread for the first time in kindergarten and it tasting so good

I remember you and your contagious laugh
and how we thought riding in the wagon down our street was a good idea.
You couldn't steer so we tried leaning,
but we both came home with a little bit of gravel in our legs.

really it was alright because nothing mattered to us at that age.

I remember a childhood full of otter pops and knuckle sandwiches,

of too many night terrors and the million lemonade stands we had

I remember the way your lips curled at the edges
and how you always looked like you were hiding something.

OF COURSE I remember crepes at 3 am
and how I tried to french braid your almost long enough hair
even though I knew it wouldn't work.

I remember thinking since I was already late

I might as well stay out even later.

Because I swear you never sleep

but I'm sure you still wake up beautiful.

You're a Libra that lied about being an Aries just to make me excited.

And you even said "serious tweet" when it was definitely not a serious tweet.

and I remember catching you staring & me staring back through my peripheral vision

and I remember laughing with you until it hurt while we were standing in the rain.

I remember you said "Karen" but I thought you said "turn"

so the jello game got real, real fast.

I don't remember his voice anymore or the sting that comes with it.

I don't remember the empty sky and empty silences.

because now all I can remember are the rap battles
and how there's never enough time in the day.

the right turn then two lefts and another right.

I remember thinking you were one of those "too cool" people

but first impressions are almost never right.

and I can't stop remembering you.

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good old days

wrinkle cream

"When the parents hate it, the kids love it"

HOW TO STAY YOUNG:

sorry the wrinkles are inevitable no matter how much money you spend because carrie underwood and jennifer aniston told you to

and we're all just kids who grew up too fast.

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comfort

don't steal my car

I hate you

Wow sorry that was rude

I dislike you.

How's that?

people can do a 180 in such a short amount of time

"you are the sum of the 5 people you give the most time to." -zoelaz

Boy can I vauge for that.

I've seen you go through hell and back and you still refuse to acknowledge who you've become.

I can only be a "good example" to you for so long cause eventually
I'm out of your top 5.

And not the who's-your-top-five-kissy-face kind of top 5.
The influential-zoelaz top five.

'Cause you're running around without a care in the world and

yes this is still highschool.

and I have another test tomorrow & the teacher hasn't even graded the first one yet.
help

Maybe I'm uptight or just the oldest child but I'm getting sick of people who "just don't care."

but now its hipster not to care so maybe I'm on my own

because now everyone is "hipster"

And I dislike that because my mom said hate is too strong of a word.

But maybe I need a strong word.

So my expectations are lower than the school-zone speed limit

'cause you're stuck in your ways just like that old guy across the street.

and don't even try to tell me that my mom's homemade waffles can't heal everything.

Because THEY DO.

My nightmares consist of crooked teeth and
people driving my car into a lake.

but pretty soon they'll be of what you used to be and
how you can never recover from that.

I still have that note we used to pass in jr high but
I keep it in my top drawer so its closer.

And yes Facebook, I know I have notifications pending

but you're a bit outdated like flare jeans and chokers.

my advice to you:

Don't be that old guy.

You've still got time

And I've got a full tank of gas and a gift card to red mango.

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