Why is it that
After such a long time,
I still think of you?
A black dot in an otherwise white area.
You're still there,
Poking at my heart.
Seeing if it will make me feel your presence,
A prod that makes me feel you again.
Since we ended, I have been numb.
Something that doesn't feel,
That doesn't care.
An empty vessel that wants to be whole again.
But even if you were here,
It wouldn't matter.
Because you were never truly here.
Your mind always elsewhere because of your youth.
I am glad, however; quite happy not to forget.
So far you're my deepest black spot,
A lesson learned to regret.
I will remember your type, and will NEVER EVER fall for it again.