What happened.
I wish the summers clock would turn clockwise and take me back to those moments.
What happened to the 7 hour facetime calls,
The '**** yea i'll come over I'd love to see you',
The 'I'll chase you endlessly' attitude.
Where did the boy who used to build shrines of me go.....
You used a piece of my torn up Jean shorts to worship me.
Why can't you pick me up early in the morning,
Draw me those cute 'Shel Silverstein' type poems and pictures.
How am I supposed to have a morning without them.
I look back into my Box of Your things
See nothing but summers and
Spoken word showcases,
Nothing but memories of pushing me into a bush covered in snow,
When we used to walk arm in arm,
And tell our little stories.
Take me back to the moment when we were in the CVS,
You brought me three flowers,
no bigger than the size of my little finger,
You got down on one knee,
Held them up,
And jokingly asked 'will you marry me.'
Tell me why I still have those,
Tell me why I took it seriously, and kept them.
As the flower flakes it's petals so did the contents of the relationship,
I'm not allowing it to end up a Beauty and the Beast fairytale,
So I guess you've grown up...
Hormones changing,
Development in the mind happening,
Why does it have to change the availability gauge.
So you have been holding back your true feelings,
and you broke some news to me.
You weren't too happy with the relationship,
It didn't feel equal on account to a collective sort of people.
Change.
That's a big word.
We all change,
And it all means something.