Gone are the days of middle school crushes
Frantically writing Mrs.Williams down
On every notebook and paper I owned

Gone are the days I dreamed of teenage love 
Of honeyed afternoons and starry night skies 
Of gentle kisses down my neck and hands tangled in my hair 
Whispered "I love you's" after every single kiss

Gone are the days where I was truly alive
When I thought that love was something to earn 
And not something you have to give 

Gone are the days when I made myself someone else's 
Gone are the days of Mrs.Williams
Gone are the whispered "I love you's" 

Here are the days of Myself

My body is bread belonging only to me
Not for someone else to consume with a kiss

My voice is a song that only I get to hear
Rather than anybody at a frat house

My mind is a poison and a venom meant for me
And I'm done poisoning myself for your entertainment 

My name is not yours to take 
My name is Miss Myself and I'm not changing