I miss you, happy girl.
Your lovely eyes, your talkative mouth, your loud laugh.
Back then we thought a broken heart was the worst thing we could ever have.
You lied to your parents so we could hang out in town on quiet weekends.
You cracked funny jokes and didn't quite know how to make friends.
The ones you did have you kept too close.
You believed in forever despite the different paths you chose.
I miss you, that heart that grew too attached.
I hate you for your mouth that never told us when things got bad.
And there you go again, tormenting yourself over a silly mistake.
Won't you come over and talk for old time's sake?
You don't even say hi anymore.
