Closed my eyes just once You saddened and shifted away We had each other at arm's length, Pretended we were soulmates “Conjoined twins,” they called us Salty and sweet, I twitched with glee
A fog of slithering blues Crosses my mind in two I didn't cry until goodbyes The pressure, the late nights Do you remember the hurt and heartbreaks? How we thought we could get over our heartaches? The lies we told each other of "I love you" I hope you knew it would end like “I feel you”
Tears never in my eyes Yours were filled with them I don't know why Shudders of each mild I let you take the shine The praises and the crimes Felt like I admired you more, But I feel sick just thinking about it now
My enchantments you stole But I’m guilty too I wasn’t my full whole The magic I had wasn’t discovered before
I loved you before, like an enchantment we soothed You loved me because I made you swear, Let you chant my spells to may and might The words we wrote in the red notebook, A diary we promised not to show Captured ink we had in it somehow
Used it to survive Lies upon lies Cried until midnight Uncomfortable truths we might’ve hide
Loneliness is a bad state of mind Forced friendship, a suffocating cage of many forced lies Trying to survive, but no escape or olive branches to take
The winters came, Took the heat, left only gloves Shared them like kindle to flame Until the last day
The buses felt too bare The classes too full to compare Hence, the last day came by again But this time it left a sting of sentiment and graves
Autographs of many of my peers Still left in the brown notebook with a cat sticker Like a crystal ball of predictions and wishes Compliments and confessions from many misses
Small beads of light pour out the cracks Hadn’t noticed until you left It's like the child in me all over again Scared but so happy it hurts to think it left Like the final days of spring and autumn all the less Lovely with warmth Summer rains with popcorn
These cursed and beautiful memories of May New classes and a new smell of paper and play Excellence of spellbinding we made on those wooden chairs The charts of never-ending competitions and magical festive air
A spell was cast on us On those silver spring days
inspired by "Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me".