Silly, naive, Victoria
spends her time on people
who use her for
her money,
as well as her kindness too.

She keeps her "friends" close
because she remembers
how it felt to
not have any at all.

Her heart slowly shrinks
its size quite disappointing now.
I saw her cry today
and I found no recognition.

She has changed.
Her heart grew.
She hurt today,
what a waste of mascara.

Today, I wore your cardigan.
It smelled like memories
and cuddles.
It smelled like happiness
and love.

I wrapped my arms around myself
and remembered how it felt
the first time that you kissed me.
The most amazing kiss.

You left my apartment 5 minutes
before I slipped it on.
It was chilly you see,
and I needed the warmth you provide.

You smell wonderful,
strangely enough to say...
I don't understand it either.
It must be pheromones or something.

I've loved you for three years now.
I don't want that to change.
Your scent lingers in my brain
attached to some sense of belonging.

I don't know what the point of this was,
but I guess all I can say
is that I love you,
and I want you to stay.

We were good friends once,
you and I .
Remember? All those
good times we had...

I looked you up today,
and I hurt for you.
Part of me wanted to go back
and save the parts you lost.

I can't help you anymore.
You ache and I plead.
Just get better, okay?
I can't stand feeling guilty.

You wished death upon me,
but I saw you wither away instead.
Eat, darling, and remember those
midnight coffee runs.

Take a trip to Starbucks,
I know your order still...
Just order my old usual,
and grace your lips with food.

You've destroyed the girl I
had once known well.
It's okay, just get better,
because I can't stand to see you ill.