A Poet's Random Notes

Remembering Pt2

I remember our early morning greetings
Before we officially saw each other for the day.
How I'd just bucker at the thought of you like a weak fey.

I remember how at school we kept our relationship on the down-low.
Now, I guess it was to let everyone know
you weren't a committed wuss and phsyco.

I remember being blinded by your lies,

I remember how naïve I was every time.

But then again, I remember how you'd text me the first chance you get,
All of them were simple yet
Made my heart have absolutely no regrets.

Sometimes I'd ask myself:
Was it all a game?
Or was it real at one point?

I guess I'll have to keep asking myself these questions,
Without getting an answer.

But there's one thing that'll never change:
when people mention your name,
there's still that distinct feeling of a zoo
Running wild inside of me.

And I'm okay with that as can be.