i've had boys who want me naked in their beds trying so hard to keep the conversation going at midnight. i've had many bruises and scars after august but they all healed, they all did except one. you gave me pills and you gave me potions. i think i accidentally took the wrong one because in the afternoon, i could say "i am happy without you" with no sound of hesitant but here i am lying awake in the middle of the night not wanting to admit that i miss you. well, i shouldn't. you don't deserve this poem nor the energy that's wasted from writing it because this is not march 2014 anymore, this is march 2015 and everything has changed. we no longer look at each other like our lives depend on it, we don't spill out dreams and unwrap souls under the sky anymore. yes i know it's been awhile since you walked away but if you could get tired of me in seven months, why can't i do the same for the next seven months? i'm not saying that i think about you all the time but once i let my mind wander, somehow it finds its way back to you. i guess you're what most people call home. but a home would've cared, right?