I know that my friends at this moment in time would not understand.
But I've changed.
In so many ways.
I've changed in the best ways possible.
But when I'm with him,
I act different.
I act like we can be best friends without anything interrupting us.
But something always interrupts us.
Either it's the bitches that used to be in our class.
Maybe it's even us.
Maybe we are interrupting ourselves.
Is that even possible?
YOU ARE READING
The Boy From Back Home
PoetryHe never understood and he never will. Let's hope he never reads these and realizes this is about him. Personal.
