When we first met, I felt my heart drop to my stomach in awe and anticipation. I felt like you would be the one to finally understand me. We were always together, talking, laughing for days. I wanted you to smile, for you to be happy. And with that, I was happy too.
But then things had to change, didn't they?
You started to care less about me disappearing. Your smiles less wide, you stopped hugging me. You started texting me less, talking to me less. Ignoring me more. Annoyed, I started ignoring you too.
I don't know you anymore.
I would fight to keep this ship sail, but I'm too tired this time. So I'm letting it drift away, should the chance come by, let it come back again.
I used to look forward to meeting you and I used to go home with a smile on my face, and I thought I could act like the others, watching movies and eating lunch outside, having heart to heart conversations over the loud noise.
But now? We barely acknowledge each other when we pass by.
I don't know you anymore.
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This is me.
Slumpmässig kategoriHere are a collection of slam poems or short stories about me. Ashley Green. The author.
