I made all of this magic and i bet you think magicians don't exist.
Well you are not the first boy who i wrote into existence or loved,
you are just the first dizzy wind spell to trip my tornado that time you smiled in my direction,
and balloon on the loose there i went,
so high i forgot which came first, you or the dream of you and
it's that thought that unties my shoelaces.
because once we were a crescent moon, weightless as a smile.
and i love you.
still.
i'm not sorry.
I just can't write about you anymore.
so let's see how long we can go without talking.
this time i will really try to forget your birthday.
maybe.
-The truth has three sides, Sabrina Benaim














