Can we be friends again?
I used to think I could never just be your friend.
But we can. Before all that other **** occurred.
Is it a one-sided hurt? You looked fine the whole time. It’s absurd.
Every night since, I shed one less tear. What is now easy, was once hard.
This is my way of telling myself that I can’t bring you back with a letter, or card.
Did you dream about our end? Did you practice or rehearse?
Since when does forever mean temporary? Hearing your name always made it worse.
My forever is infinity. When I said I could love forever, I meant it.
Why couldn’t you imagine a future with us, meanwhile I had always dreamt it.
I’m still learning to forget. You. Us. The Misunderstanding. The summer trip.
The summer of fried chicken, and waffle cones. Ice cream, but not a single chocolate chip.
You made me run into the thing I’ve been running away from.
We ended up becoming the exact thing I tried hard not to let us become.
You were helping me control it, but the you started adding to my stress.
Is it bad that I want to forget out beautiful mess?
I wasn’t your first. You weren’t my last.
I admire how you made love, and heartbreak look easy, but how’d you move on so fast?
We were good while we did last. I’m not broken anymore. Someone else gave me a cast.
I’m proud to say that I live in the current year now. No longer in the past.
You swam with me in the ocean of love, but left me drowning in all the feels.
I only want to go back to when I didn’t question if love was real.
So I’ll be refilling my heart with the love that you did steal.
Don’t get mad when you see someone else causing my broken heart to heal/
So forget about me. And I’ll try to forget about you. But I’ll still question if love is real.
Deal?