You
You said I was cute when you pushed my hair behind my ear when I sat on your lap next to the fire pit but I think you hate me now. you don’t want to walk me home late at night out of the way from your house anymore. You were cute when you smiled with your teeth and tried to teach me to ride a bike but I didn’t want my soft hands to hit the ground so we kissed on the hammock instead. But now I sit here alone and you sit on the hammock with friends of yours that used to be friends of ours. Did it hurt you when we ended it? Because I cried my eyes out trying to sleep and I still could. You don’t want me. I said we'd go to that Blink show and we'd watch my favorite movie that I thought you'd love but we never did. we never did. You said my eyes are empty, did you ever wonder why? Maybe it’s because you held me and cared for me and now you won’t look at me. You won’t look at the eyes you called empty but I remember every song you sang in my ear and every kiss. and I'm not scared to look at you. I remember how passionate you were about caring for me like no one ever had but towards the end, you didn't try. And I'm probably being dramatic but it's okay. I know I care more than I should, you know that about me. Now I'm angry because it hurts thinking about this and you. Because we both know it wouldn't have ended if only you had been in a better mood.