hey...
i know we haven't talked in a while,
you left me hanging when i was trying to improve my style,
i felt old fashioned and i thought you were caught up with autumn '18's new spread,
but it didn't take me to long to realize you lived off of me like i was your bread,
the girl i shared my london dreams tore us up right at the seams,
the boy with dreams residing in the big apple took a bite from a different fruit than i did,
i can write so many poems about the reasons why i should just forget you,
but please despite all our differences,
dont click "Clear History" to our memories replaying in my head.
i've got ten thousand photos saved in my phone,
my moms telling me to make some space but,
im too scared to scroll through them to come across anything we did,
i hope you haven't gotten rid of me, i hope we're digitally paired.
i wrote a book about how they all ruined my own selfish,
and now im writing how i grew from the pain,
but dont you ever mistake,
i won't clear history no matter how much you'd want me to.
YOU ARE READING
Call it Cloud 9
PoetryGrowth, Healing and Love. The three ingredients that complete the process of becoming an adult. Thats what this is all about ♡
