I was dying for something deeper,
and one night in my pretend world
you saw me standing nervously,
and we stayed up two nights
in a row.
I was a fledgling and you
promised to teach me to be
better, and that you and I would
find a community together.
You needed freedom,
but my personality is selfish
and I enjoyed when you took the
time to be with only me.
I miss the song suggestions,
the vacant promises, when you
would try to flirt with me, and
I would hold it back.
It happened so suddenly that
I forgot to mark the time,
but I am so used to growing attached
and separating, that it hasn’t bothered me like this….
Once, I had a serious relationship
through screens and keyboards,
and finally lost touch forever, but
it didn’t hurt like this does.
I think I will always be the one
who is more serious about everything,
and you will play around
even though it’s not fulfilling.