It has been two years,
Two years since we held hands,
Two years since we sat in our doorways passing notes,
Two years without you,
Sometimes it feels like you never were real,
Maybe you were a figment of my imagination.
Two years since the hospital,

But without you, I never have been so lost in my life,
I am constantly torn by the fact that,
I am not the same girl as I was in the hospital.
I changed.
I dyed my hair purple,
I pierced my nose,
I started to smoke.
Maybe someone wouldn't recognize me
I want to be someone that is mysterious.
I want someone to be so extremely fascinated by me
I want you to be fascinated with me
I still wonder if I am all,
you
think about;
I want to corrupt you
and your thoughts
just like you did to me,
I want to be in love-
with you,
I want you to be unable to imagine being without me.
I want to be your kryptonite.  
I want to be your girl.
I miss you
it has been two years and I still think about you
even though you are gone-
you left me and you went to the place we talked about;
we talked about being unable to come back to this life-
with these people.
I still think about it.
I think about you,
even though- It has been two years.