Changing of Topics Frequently
Moments.
Just a few seconds.
And I’m back.
I was lost for a little while.
Lost in my thoughts.
Thinking.
Of what could’ve been.
What I want now.
It’s all so strange.
Emotions are weird.
Resurfaced memories.
I try to force all of them out.
Broken hearts.
Airplanes.
Goodnight, I miss you.
I miss my best friend.
The one that moved away.
The one with my hair and my eyes.
I miss them.
I cried.
I let go of you.
At least I think I have.
I could be wrong.
But I don’t love you.
Maybe I lust after you.
But I don’t think that’s it either.
I do like someone else.
I like her.
A pretty girl who’s hand I want to hold.
I don’t know if you know her, I think you do.
She’s so pretty and I want to shield her from reality.
I want to kiss her cheek.
But I don’t know if she likes me.
I know she likes girls and boys and everyone.
I want her to like me.
Do you think she likes me?
I hope she does.