Someone on my bus,
Some rich kid on my bus wears your cologne.
Every time I sit down,
Every time I step foot on this bus,
I smell it.
I smell all the memories,
I see you.
I miss you sometimes still.
And it's one of the reasons why I cry myself to sleep every night.
But then I remember.
I remember your face,
I remember that now you are with someone else.
And I won't lie,
It hurt.
But it's been five months.
I had a girlfriend one month after our break up.
And i think you found out.
And I think you were hurt too.
And I keep saying I hate you.
That I'm over you.
But deep down I still miss that cute smile.
I miss when it was cute.
I miss when you didn't make me do those things.
And every time the bus turns a corner,
That cologne smell invades my emotions.
I don't know if it came to it,
Would I take you back?
I don't know.
I miss having to look forward to the weekends,
Look forward to seeing you in person.
I miss having someone to kiss,
Someone to kiss and it feel real,
Feel like I really did mean something to you.
Because that sheer memory convinces me that I'm not just another girl to you,
That I wasn't just another notch in your belt.
Because you made me feel like I mattered when no one else could.
And every time I smell that cologne,
I miss you.
I miss that 15 year old I fell in love with.
The boy that was my first kiss,
The one who was my first boyfriend.
Not the 16 year old who broke my heart.
Not the one who lied to get my pity attention.
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Random****WARNING**** This has really emotional problems going on in my life and reflects my personal thoughts. This might be triggering to some people. I promise. I will NOT kill myself. These are just personal thoughts that occur to me when I'm in my da...
