"Scoot over!"
You climbed in my bed,
stared up at my ceiling,
"Wake Up!"
You played with my hair,
I yelled at you but still you laid next to me.
......
Certain days I wish this could be us again,
instead you wanted out,
wanted more;
but I declined.
I see you every now and then
wish I could run up to you and hug you.
Something about you has changed,
you lost yourself in your own mess of chaos.
I run past your house and remember spending nights,
dinners, and playing games at your house.
Sitting on your couch
laying my legs on yours.
We smiled and laughed at everyone,
everyone questioned our relationship,
I was your friend and you were mine.
Until you changed your mind.
I think of our last conversation
and start to cry.
I wonder everyday why you gave me up,
I wouldn't have done that to you.
I miss you everyday,
but someday I'll get over this.
Someday.
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