i'm in love with the past you more than you yourself
went and threw up all our memories up on a shelf
although i guess i'm happy that you've went and changed
part of me still wishes for everything to still be the samenow we're so far apart, not connected by bond
we're just united by our memories 'fore everything went wrong
"maybe in a universe" that shit makes me sad
cuz god couldn't even grant the one wish that i hadrome'll never restore to its former glory
so neither will we, guess that's the end of our story
guess we've moved on from our codependence on each other
and that's two lies, one of them knowing that i know that you had brothersand sisters that you'd be willing to talk to everyday
waiting for my turn, just to realise it never came
but i don't own you, so i can't be super possessive
felt like everyday i had my insecurities testedwas just glad for any attention at all
was such a loser, had to climb back up right after the fall
such a big impact, in such little time
left a crater on my mind, cuz you were one of a kindneed to fill the hole now, because you never cared
nearly as much as me, so don't expect me to be thereand i wish you would look at me...
the way i looked at you...
enjoy it while it lasts, cuz there's nothing we can doooo...and in a sense, i'm kinda glad it's withering awayyy
just need to learn, to leave the past in the past
and i surely hope i move on from you someday...
YOU ARE READING
a thought of the past
Poetryan effect on my life, whether good or bad, is still an effect not directed towards anyone in particular