There were feelings in me before you, you weren't my first love but you were the first to ever break my heart in a way that couldn't be repaired. Reminiscing awakens the cracks, they've been here a while, they know me and I know them well.
My dearest heartbreaker, I loved meeting you, loved seeing you walk into the classroom that first day of school, funny how I thought I was lucky because you changed classes and then there you were sitting next to me. I presumed it was destiny. It wasn't, but I was foolish back then. Somethings never change.
Being friends was easy, I'm not even sure why. I can't remember what we used to talk about or if we even liked the same things but because of you I found my favorite band and for that I can never forget you.
Being friends was easy, I'm not even sure why. I can't remember what we used to talk about or if we even liked the same things but because of you I found my favorite band and for that I can never forget you.
Still remember the cold silence between us and the distant look you gave whenever our paths crossed, I can't think of a more painful way to walk around school but being invisible to that one person who used to be special without explanation. You were hot and cold and I should've known better than to let you back in my life, but good girls are hopeful and dreamy and positive and I wanted to believe.
That last time, when you left for good I felt something inside break, never really got back to being who I was before you. I dreamt about you for a whole year, I swear your face was there every night. And I learned about emptyness and sadness and anxiety, the next years were a drag, I couldn't tell the day from the night.
Years went by and we met at that party, we sat together and made small talk, so very polite like nothing ever happened. It's funny how you're completely unaware that those high school days, that yours words and lack of them transformed me into this being that I am now.
That last time, when you left for good I felt something inside break, never really got back to being who I was before you. I dreamt about you for a whole year, I swear your face was there every night. And I learned about emptyness and sadness and anxiety, the next years were a drag, I couldn't tell the day from the night.
Years went by and we met at that party, we sat together and made small talk, so very polite like nothing ever happened. It's funny how you're completely unaware that those high school days, that yours words and lack of them transformed me into this being that I am now.
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