To Misplaced Green & Blue Hearts (I)

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I saw you again today,
But this time it wasn't in person.
I saw your golden rose self in him,
But he showed you in a less glaring light...
Both of you thought the same thing,
But he dared to ask while you just left.
I'm happy he asked,
But his presumption made me recall you.

I guess I could see you in him a lot;
I just don't bother to acknowledge
The sapphire glow in his peridot eyes
Because I keep forgetting you,
Because he is someone else entirely,
Someone who cares,
Someone who is passionate about video games
Rather than about the several girls
Who don't like him back,
Rather than about being outsmarted
By everyone.

However, I notice that
Your eyes light up the same way
When you're excited
(Like a five-year-old on Christmas
As I would describe you),
And both of you admire cute things
With the same tone of voice,
And I often have to drag the words
Out of you two,
But that may just be my constant,
Nosy curiosity.

I don't know where I'm going with this,
But I do know
That I don't really miss you anymore.
I no longer care
About my shaky singing voice
Or how the necklace you gave me
Does not scorch my collarbones.
(I don't wear it nowadays.)

I'm surprised you haven't changed much;
However, reading my old letter to you
Demonstrates that I haven't either.
I never realized that I always act the same.
I care about their wellbeing.
I nag them about insignificant details
Like untied shoelaces,
Popped collars,
And hair on jumpers.
I like stealing the safe feeling of their jumpers
(I need to get used to not calling them "jumpers").
I go on and on about how cheesy I am,
But at least now,
I found someone who can rival
my cheesy and clingy personality.

I guess this is more for closure
Than anything else
Because I never got a proper farewell from you.
I was merely tossed to the side,
So I am here just to say that
I hope you fare decently,
And that hopefully,
You can confront people with your concerns
Instead of leaving them in the dust.

l.e.h.b.

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