When people ask how old I am
I sometimes say 15,
Although i'm now 17.
Its like you left my world
And time stopped.
Ever since you vanished
I can't remember what year it is
I can't pinpoint our last normal conversation either.
You know,
Without the passive aggressive comments
And the unsaid pain we both exude.
Maybe time froze
During that final exchange
Because now I can't remember how old I am
And you can't remember how to talk to me.
We sit in this bitter moment,
In the middle of a conversation
That was never resolved.
My mind replays every breath
Every scream
I'm trapped in a fortress of your insults
A kingdom of your manipulation
You're miles away but I feel your energy.
I can't help but wonder
If maybe I spoke to you,
That time would move again.
But what if I remember how old I am
And you remember how to talk to me?
What if time never even stopped,
And i'm the one who froze.