Vibes by Evan Davidson

March 31st

I miss the way you held me

and the way we laughed together.

I miss the way you looked at me

and your broken concept of "forever".

Since the day I left you,

I've always pondered and thought;

I was pretty happy with you,

so why'd I break it off?

I guess I sorta lost interest 

in the qualities you portrayed.

So, why do you cross my mind

at least once every day?

It pains me to believe that

I could've really hurt you;

but you seem fine without me,

and, yet, I'm not fine without you.

We haven't spoken in forever

and I'm pretty sure you hate me.

Still, I only have one question;

why'd you ever date me?

I'm a wreck without your kindness,

your affection, and your love.

And yet you asked to try a second time,

which is something I say I'm above.

I don't know why you come to mind

so very fucking often.

I swear to you, this day makes me

want to crawl in a coffin.

My tears, they keep on flowing,

like the Amazon or the Nile.

My brain tells me that I miss you,

but I could just be in denial.

I was the one that broke it off, 

so why should I even care?

Maybe it's your cutesie smile

or your long and flowy hair.

I guess I couldn't tell you why

you mean so much to me.

A "first love" has that type of effect,

but you legit don't care about me.