Gianna Branca - conversation

We sit at a cafe
It's a Wednesday, partly sunny
I order a water
And you say nothing's changed
I ask what you wanna eat
You say you're not hungry
You just got Chipotle
I laugh, cause nothing's changed
Yet you're a little taller
You're a little older
You've got a little more weight sitting on your shoulders
You look like you've been taught some hard lessons
We didn't know when we were younger
And I know that I'm colder
I'm a little wiser
I'm not as trusting as the girl whose eyes
Were the ones that you got lost in
I've learned my lesson
So, I ask how she is
You ask how I am
I say that it's sad we couldn't end up as friends
Then we're back to the weather
You're clever
Latch onto whatever
You tell me that you moved up north somewhere
I tell you that school's been hard as hell
It's on and on
And on and on and on and on and on
We keep conversation
Treading water
Elephant right in the room
That pregnant pause means more cause it's from you
Who bites the bullet first
And if I'm being honest, I've made a list
I've practiced in the mirror
Memorized the gist
I guess I'm looking for answers
Cause you're a little taller
You're a little older
And we've got some history sitting on our shoulders
That never had it's ending
Though I might've been pretending
And I know that I'm colder
I'm a lot wiser
I'm not as blinded by the lie that I've let go of this hold on
I know I've been wrong
But still, I ask how she is
You ask how I am
I say that it's sad we couldn't end up as friends
Then we're back to the weather
You're clever
Latch onto whatever
You tell me that you moved up north somewhere
I tell you that school's been hard as hell
It's on and on
And on and on and on and on and on
We keep conversation
5 Minutes and I'm back where all this started
17 Again, doe-eyed, and never broken-hearted
When I thought your arms would keep me safe
From every demon that might come my way and
I was dumb, I can admit it
I was young, I didn't know
That your demons come from where you least expect them
That your arms were everything but protective
Who's to know where we broke first
All I know is that I left with a new type of hurt
That cuts soul deep
That turns love and trust into nothing but the passing breeze
A passing breeze
And now you're sitting in front of me
And I've got so much to say, so much to say
But the passing breeze
We were a passing breeze
And now you're sitting in front of me
And I've got so much to say, so much
But I keep conversation

Written by:
Gianna Branca

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