I thought I knew you, but I now know I don't. You are just a name. Just a face. Just tarnished memories.
You made me so happy, but that wasn't really you was it?
Your soul engulfed mine everyday for a long time. The warmth of you lips is what kept me warm through these long winter nights.
The thought of your voice was powerful enough to fight gravity and lift the corners of my mouth. You made me smile.
Now I know the truth, you lied to me.
I don't think you're a bad person, but you did a bad thing.
You hurt me.
I thought I knew you, but I now know I don't. You are just a name. Just a face. Just a voice.
I see your face everyday and wonder what you're really thinking.
What did I mean to you?
Questions I wouldn't let slip past my lips until I have tight grip on my heart, I wouldn't want you dropping it. You've already broken it enough.
I have questions I won't ask.
I am afraid the answers will cause an earthquake throughout my body and a tsunami in my eyes, and I don't know if I can survive anymore natural disasters.
When I heard you were still with her it was like a switch in my heart was turned off, it was like my emotions were all snapped in half.
I felt nothing and everything at the same time.
I wanted to f*cking punch you in the face.
You are not who I thought you were.
You were different.
I didn't know you, I do now.

They warned me about crossing streets.
I was taught to look both ways.
To make sure there was no oncoming traffic so I would not get hit by a car because they did not want to see me hurt.
But they never warned me about boys with sweet words and soft hands. They never warned me that words as delicate as feathers that tickle me in the moment can feel like knives later. They never warned me that the oils seeping through the pores on his hands would burn like acid when I think of him at 2 in the morning.
They taught us to look both ways before crossing the street incase a car came out of nowhere, they never taught us to look both ways when it came to boys.
You came out of nowhere and I didn't think to look both ways.
I didn't even think "could this go good or bad?" I just stepped forward and oh boy you left your mark on me.
It was a hit and run.
You came from a blind spot, I never saw you coming, you never even checked to see if I was okay you just sped off.
Some nights I can still hear your voice calling my name, and sometimes I swear I can feel your bumper against my skin.