There are people

• There are people who make inside jokes feel like a warm cup of tea and people whose smiles look a lot like nostalgia.
• There are people whom I look at and feel nothing but overbearing anxiety.
• There are people I avoid passing in the hallways, in the hopes that they'll forget about me just as much as I'm trying to forget about them.
• There are people who will always be worth my time despite time running out faster than I can sift my fingers through its sands.
• There are people who make my stomach hurt because they feed me laughter.
• There are people who make my stomach hurt because they're like acid in my system, they make my knees tremble.
• There are people I've written countless poems they'll never get to read.
• There are people I'm going to miss because my tomorrows won't be filled with their warm hugs and small encouraging words that always mean a lot to me, like the stars in the sky.
• There are people who will always feel like home no matter the distance and the years of communicating through screens that won't let me reach out towards them with my little arms and little hands and little fingers that will never be strong enough.
• There are people who have stopped feeling like home the moment they left me wondering and wandering with no proper direction.
• There are people who left.
• There are people who I hope will never leave.
• There are people worth waking up for.
• And I just hope I'm worth it to some people too.