To the guy whom I met when I was 17

This is for you my dearest.

You showed me a sunrise when all I was seeing were sunset.

You gave me an umbrella when the rain was all I wanted.

You thought dandelions and sunflowers are alike.

That when you whisper wishes on these two you'll feel alive.

You never forget to ask how my day went.

You didn't call me boring, even tho I always vent.

You showed care and maybe I thought it was love.

And I gave you back all the trust and love I have.

For the second time, I embraced this emotion.

It was fun and exciting; everything was in motion.

But when autumn and winter came,

You said that we were just playing a game.

The alterations-- 

became distractions.

When I turned 18, I knew it was too late for me.

It was too late to withdraw or to be free.

I'm imprisoned in my own belief.

And you probably had the key of mischief.

You changed into someone that I can't even recognize.

You disappeared, the you I memorized.

The tables had turned, it was all about me this time.

But I still don't know how to keep up with your rhyme

When I turned 19, you completely disappeared.

I was neglected and that's what I feared.

How can this feeling of loneliness be conquered?

When all I wanted was for you to come here.

The last thread of hope is the only thing that connects us.

I want to cut it and put everything in the past.

Only three months left till our birth month.

And to let you go is the wish I want.

So I'm showing you sunsets, even tho you loved sunrise.

And I'm wishing on your sunflower which seems to be the color of your eyes.

And I don't need your umbrella, I'm fine with my rain.

And don't you dare even ask if I'm in pain.

When I turn 20, I want to forget you completely.

Because he'll never come back and that's reality.

So, to the guy whom I met when I was seventeen,

Please save your present self from his evil boring schemes.