i remember the girl i used to be
ten years ago, who would have swooned in her
living room hearing those words from you,
for a moment, i want to:
i want to lose myself in some hopeless crush,
to spend nights convincing myself in and out of you
to have my heart beat like a wild untamed thing
when i am with you
instead, your words hardly make me feel anything:
i never loved you, i never did.
your words crash on me like raindrops, leave
heart-shaped territories on my skin. you are wrong;
you don’t miss me, you miss the girl who was blind
for you, who saw far more in you than you ever did.
you miss the girl who would have danced to old 90s records
when you tell her in you offhanded way, that you missed her.