My Stuff

Do you remember

Watching the street performer

Holding hands

It was cold, right?

Sitting at the swings

Writing down your feelings

I read them.. you were so damn smart

I thought you were really cute but

I expected too much and I didn’t really know you

You told me to wait but

You never gave me another chance

Didn’t want to be a guy- you avoided it at

All costs- and you avoided me, too

So that when I left, which we expected, (secretly)

We were estranged but then

Why do I still miss you so much?

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