It was the night of fish sticks and strawberry slushies.
Your dark hair glimmered in the moonlight.
Our tastes were the same, just like our hearts.
We were rebels, tried to break the rules like the boy broke my heart.
The "grizzly bear" said he would not let us pass.
We ran and ran, lungs burning with the cold spring time air.
The stars made my frozen tears glimmer in the dead of night.
Upon returning home you comforted me, said it would be alright.
I felt the anger well up inside of me, red as the carpet in our hotel room.
I ran down chlorine-scented hallway, hoping to swim and not drown.
You sat there, confused.
You wanted to be my friend, I wanted to be alone.
That is the day I lost you.