i hope that one day you find a dusty box filled with
the remains
of old loves
and on the top
is the movie i left at your house
and you pop it in
because you know how much i like it
and remember how much i liked you
but you get to the part
of unfamiliar story
(when you started pulling me on top of you)
and you get sad
because my lips aren't on yours and your hands
aren't on me;
i hope it gives you hell
-my dad laughs at that because he says i have an evil side to me-
but i doubt you'd remember any of that
you only told me you missed me twice
once when you were happy
and after the second time we broke up months
without communication spoken only in
a crying gif of spongebob
the truth is
you're not sentimental like me
i still can't listen to foo fighters
without crying a little
and i still can't watch scrubs without
worrying that you're dying
i never took your absence well
and i think you thought me to be overbearing
i hope you feel the only solace is to burn
that movie
along with the pin that fell off my bag
i hope one day you go back to my facebook
and see me with a new beau and know
i'm happy with someone who will respond
who i don't have to fight when i ask
if he still likes me
my anxieties in relationships can't be remedied
but they can be soothed without a roll of the eye or silence
i hope you still think of me
and some nights i'm all you can think of
and there's nothing you can do but lie awake
asking yourself where you went wrong
but please don't mistake my writings for anger
there are no ill feelings i have towards you
but i hope im on your mind
just as i forget you
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoesíaWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
