I think you've forgotten my name
or at least my smile my face
because the girl you run to isn't me,
she's someone who took my place

I think you've forgotten my love
the way we'd stay up all night
because the girl in front of you isn't me,
She's someone who makes us fight

I think you've forgotten my words
I gave you everything my all
because the girl you speak of isn't me,
She's someone you run to when you fall

I know you've forgotten your promises
the way you'd look at me and say I have nothing to fear
because the boy who promised me this has gone,
In his place a boy whose feelings are very unclear.

You left your new girlfriend for me
after that day we spent on the beach
you wrote I love you in the sand
proceeding to give a speech

Even though you let her go
and decided to be with me
you spend all your days away
with her in her company

You get high together
you drink you smoke you sleep
it keeps me up alone at night
i crumble i begin to weep

You say that your just friends
and that there's nothing there to hide
I see you at best for an hour a day
why are you always by her side?

How am I meant to feel?
when you go between us two
I love you so completely
but this relationship is not her, me and you.

Today is the last of my teenage years
Emotions mixed - between excitement and tears
The end of an era - time to say goodbye
Feelings of nostalgia begin to fly
Longing for more time to be young and to be free
In adulthood so many expectations will be placed upon me
It hurts to know ill never again be a child
Gone are my school days, my underage days, my days of being wild
I guess I hold onto the past so much that it hurts to let go
Like Peter Pan in Neverland I wish I'd never have to grow
I must acknowledge that change is good it's a new chapter a new start
and even though I must move on I'll always be a teenager at heart.

The days have gotten shorter
and my heart begins to heal
springs warm sunshine comes creeping in
I'm starting to be happy again, to feel

Even the nights aren't so lonely anymore
and I enjoy being on my own
I'm recovering, I'm moving on, I'm appreciating
the fact that I'm alone

*And although at times I do reflect and miss how we once were
I acknowledge and accept you've moved on
it's not me you want,
it's her.

I want you to show up at my front door tonight
drunk and soaking wet
confessing how much you've missed me
regretting how it was left

That girl you're seeing now
she's a distraction to stop you going mad
when you close your eyes its my face you see
to take away the sad

I want you to tell me all of these things
and then to forcefully invite yourself in
i want you to grab my face and tell me you love me
and for us to try again

I then want to take you to bed
and have you hold me like before
i could wait up all night -

But there will be no knock at my front door.

It's funny.

How everyone leaves
I dream of this fairy tale ending
Yet I don't make it to the ball
I don't get a fairy godmother -
Always alone.

I can foretell the ending to my tale
I do not need a crystal ball
Perhaps I spend my time kissing the wrong frogs
Or maybe I'm no Princess at all...

A.R

I wore the last present you bought me for the last day of 2014 -
A pair of brown leather brogues.

and it’s funny, because they blistered my toes and made walking agony.

Prehaps it was payback for walking all over you
Like you were a *******, an ironic message.
You did always hate feet -

Maybe it’s not just feet anymore
Maybe its me

*A.R