if i was being honest,
i would say that i missed you.
that unequal smile,
that shrill giggle.
that personality,
the one that is so easy to replace.
easy to replace, yes,
because you were double sided.
the shrill giggle,
the hateful laugh.
the unequal smile,
the unnerving grimace.
to say that i missed you,
the same as saying i miss something else.
i miss the feeling of a girl's lips on mine,
unmatched to the feeling of a boy's i love you's.
i miss not having to share my friends,
because i am a brat.
and so are you.
i miss your type,
i don't miss you.
i don't miss the way you treated me,
i miss the thrill of unexpected fights.
i don't miss your arrogance,
i miss the unexpected temptation of a secret.
it isn't as fun,
with a boyfriend.
but you could say,
that i love him.
i love you's that were too soon,
versus i love you's that didn't come quick.
i choose the latter,
i do not choose you.
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Oh, Ms. Believer-Poems
PoetryA collection of poems, by none other than your awful-excuse-of-a-person-author. I hope you enjoy! ((PSA/ They will be marked with a Trigger Warning if needed, so don't worry about that)) (future psa/ I hate this entire book sm you have no idea
