Do you ever smile for me?
Or thinking about how i would have cynically responded to one of your comments and taunted you back, smirking at my victory?
Or do you ever feel sad or atleast almost teary that i gave you everything i had and you threw it away?
Do you ever say something bad and realise if i had been there i would have gotten mad at it?
Do you miss me being angry and you persuading me?
Do you miss being mad at me and me saying sorry over and over, finally to laughing at the fact that 'maybe these fights are who we are'?
Do you ever look at the moon, watch the rain, or sunset, and miss the pictures, voice clips and video i would have sent?
Do you remember the first time you noticed the moon is visible from your room, was with me?
Or that the first time you watched the moon with someone, was with me?
Do you remember you once told me you do miss me when we don't talk? And that if you made me smile, it was worth it?
Do you remember we decided we would talk forever?
Or how you said i'm someone who is irreplaceable?
Do you remember you called even my smile beautiful? And that i look cool in glasses, using a meme?
Do you remember you told me you don't hate me as much as you hate others?And its hard to put me in categories of if you like, dislike or hate?
Do you remember i asked you to leave? But you always stayed.
Do you remember both of us being equally scared but still opening to each other bit by bit?
Do you ever try to find me in someone else's words?
Or phrases and metaphors of 'You see what you wanna see'?
Do you ever come across a joke and your first instincts ask you to send it to me?
Or perhaps you read or write something and you would have wanted to tell a tale about it to me?
Or atleast want to hear me talk?
Do you miss the stories and songs i used to write?
Or the seen zoned tags that would have rained in your facebook, which lays as silent as our relation?
Do you miss the time we used to spend together?
And if so, do you ever read our old texts and wonder how love can tear people apart without the intention?
Do you ever randomly stumble upon the songs i used to send, if by God's grace, its still there and wonder wouldn't it hurt for it to be the last?
Do you ever feel the need to talk to me anymore?
Do you ever wonder how i might be, or did you ever?
Did you ever mean all you did..
you did because you had nothing else to do?
Do you feel bad when someone shows off their best friend and you don't reach out to the one you called 'Bestie' once?
Do you ever want to be with me, or did you ever want to be with me, atleast for an hour?
Do you ever come across a corny joke
Or some sad text and think
'oh she would understand'?
Do they ever hurt you so bad that you go silent and wonder 'if she had been here, she would know'?
Do you ever remember anything you promised or said to me?
And know that you left someone broken because she wanted to be with you?
Do you recognise this poem? And how it is mended?
Do you ever look at me and think
'Please don't leave me'
Do you remember i always told you
'you would get tired of me'
'you would leave'? Or
the first time i told you 'I will be there for you' is always better than 'i love you'?
Do you remember being hurt and running to me and me, despite being mad at you, offering the ear you needed?
I don't know about you because you wouldn't answer.
Or worst, maybe i know,
I just won't accept.
But all of this
This is just edited version of someone else's poem
If someone, other than the person recognise this. Kindly don't 'pc' me things. Thank you.
Its a poem on how i feel.