A blast from the past that was
And I recognised him instantly
And I loved him again instantly
Who the hell am I?
So glad he’s doing well
I wonder when I wrote the poem for him
Before or after the great destruction?
Is it still there somewhere
He wasn’t interested in me
They never are
Rather no one ever is
He doesn’t recognise me
My name is different and I’m wearing contacts so
That’s not a surprise
But also no one remembers me
Managed to kick up a memory
I wanted to be more thrilled to see him
I had just been listening to people being thrilled to bump into eachother and feeling that awful
Jealous
Don’t be so freaking loud about it because it never happens to me and it hurts that other people get it
Thing feeling
It’s an awful feeling
Haven’t seen him since high school or something
Maybe some time after
Briefly
We’re strangers now
Another relationship I wanted but couldn’t have
Another relationship I would have gladly settled for friendship with but it never happened
Gone days
Never to return
What was the point?
Hey while you’re thinking of relationships you couldn’t have here’s another you forgot
Thanks I guess
People kept telling me I couldn’t know what love was because I was too young
If any of the others stepped in would I love them in an instant?
Why?
Why do I love people who don’t remember me?
Over it?
I’m apparently over nothing
Ever
It’s just not in front of me right now so my attention isn’t on it
Maybe I don’t understand love
I don’t understand why I have it
I don’t understand why it’s overflowing
What is it?
Is it a substance?
Life didn’t create it
I’m sure of that
Life may try to kill it though
At this rate
Who knows?
I wish I could know what the purpose of this meeting was
He’s the only person who has ever bought me flowers
I think it was my birthday and it was sucking because we were poor and my dad didn’t care
It probably weirded him out that I wrote a poem
Except I literally do that for everyone
Oh well
Through the halls of memories I am dragged
It was awful
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