friends. acquaintences. crushes. loves.

a kind-of story about a kind-of guy.

I'm over you

It's been ages.

You wore that suit

I was dressed as a fairie

We sneaked kisses backstage,

the bluelights making us both barely visible.

Midsummer

I was filled with warmth

safety.

serenity.

bliss.

We held hands.

Everyone said we were perfect.

You said I was perfect.

You loved me and held me

snuck up on me from behind, hugging me.

Running up when I was ahead of you in the hallway

you would pick me up 

and twirl me around.

You were proud to call me yours

I was proud to call you mine.

We were so happy

Until you told me it was all a f*****g lie.

I'm so happy now,

with my new boy.

My only boy.

The boy I love.

But I don't know if I'm crazy

or confused and hurt

or all of those

but I think of you every day.

There's a little bit of you

in everything I do

and I hate it.

Why can't those menacing thoughts of you

stop

keeping

me

up

at

night

Because I don't need you.

Because I've moved on.

Author's Note

i can't take it.
and i don't know why.