I didn't repulse you the way I seemed to everyone else.
You may have disliked me truly, but you never once joined in with the "Leah la Fea" chants.
"Why fix whats not broke" was your response when I talked about hiding myself behind layers of make-up.
I've attempted to clean you completely from my life, but I may never be able to, will I?
I don't even have to physically be where we once roamed, my Spotify liked songs are hardly touched because hearing "The Iggy" be fancy sends me into a frozen state.
That paragraph was the last thing I expected to wake up to.
I want to be able to move on, but filling this gap in my life is a bigger task than expected.
Instead of jumping for joy when locking eyes in the streets, we've become blurs to each other.
I miss you more than I thought I would, and yet I don't want to rekindle our burnt out campfire.
I want my trust in others to come back, you took that with you.
What else did you take with you?




















