Sometimes I think I'm still waiting for you. I'm not waiting for you to come running back, hopelessly in love, I'm not waiting for you to come back to me at all but I'm waiting for you to come back to yourself. Do you even recognize yourself when you look in the mirror?
When you walk in the door I think part of me still hopes that it'll actually be you, the you I loved. And while I don't love you anymore, I miss the old you. Moving on was easier than I expected because even though I see you every day I haven't seen the boy I was in love with for years now. When we came back to school after that long summer it took me longer than it took you to let go of the old you.
I should've known I'd lost you long before you disappeared.
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Summer 2k18: A Summer Later
PoetryA year ago I didn't just put my words on paper, I put my feelings in words
