I miss you , I hate it. Despite the clumsy mess that you and I were I cannot recall a moment when the thought of you didn't cause a subtle smile to break out on my face. I remember the first time you texted me , the tone in your texts messy and nervous and everything that could make emotion tug at my heart annoyingly. I remember the first time we ever spoke , your voice soft and shy , the sound causing little butterflies to erupt in the depths of my stomach. I remember how we spoke , the conversation flowing graciously as you made me laugh bashful and unashamed.
I remember how insecure you would be , the thought of me leaving you for someone my age ripping at you mercilessly. You were so stupid to think I'd ever leave you for anyone else. How could I when your annoying smirk had already begun to tug at my heart? I remember the first time you spoke to my cousin , you were so awkward , I think it made me love you more. I loved girls with the prettiest of eyes , girls who painted their faces in make up and girls who wore skirts so short to impress people who were watching.
You were different , you charmed me with your messy brunette hair , your dirty sneakers and your love for dogs that I could not comprehend. But you were so insecure , so distant that I could never choose you over myself. I did that so many times in the past that just this once I couldn't make that mistake. I love you but I love me more. And as I lay here in this cold Friday whether I can't help but wish that I had you still. Because I think deep down I still love you just a little bit my beautiful skater girl.
-Liyah Smith
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Love
PoetryLove is a balance , it is being stuck between the two options of selflessness and Selfishness. Love is a journey , one in which you will lose and gain from. Love can heal and destroy.
