for a whie i thougt you were the one.
for a while i thought you were the most
here i am, the realisation that it’s over hits me far too hard.
because you were a little fucker in the end.
you acted like a child would, threw my feelings aside
tore my heartstrings apart like old converse laces
pulled the soles from whatever carried me on
i know it’s over, i sort of hate you, but at the same time
i do i do, i miss that old you, i miss the you i knew during the winter.
the boy who’d be present when we talked, as if we’d known each other for years.
the boy who got pizza with us (you and i)
the boy who opened up to us (you and i)
the boy who walked me back (you and i)
the boy who brought me back (you and i).
and now it’s over, and that boy is far gone.
the onyl thing left is what remains in my head, and this bullshit rain pouring from the sky of my eyes. a sky that once shone bright for you.