i was twelve years old once

i was twelve but somehow still felt the air get heavy i felt the air get heavy and escape my chest i still knew somehow the world had forever changed the world we knew was fading and a new reality shaping without our consent

i was twelve but i still felt a sinking chasm in my chest i felt it but pretended i didn't notice pretended to enjoy the sunshine and the summer air the same summer air that now i find nothing but anxiety in because it reminds me of you the summer air that strips away the stone wall i've tried to build from the collapse

i was twelve once and i knew the world had changed and then i was much older and wondered where all my years went i was twelve years old once and i wasn't ready to stop dreaming