15 years old. I write occasionally.
Sometimes I imagine that you walk into my room. You walk in like it’s your room. I should be telling you to get out but every part of me knows that you’ve always been welcome here. So I let you in. And I let you sit on my bed. You can sit closer but you won’t get too close. Are you scared? Are you worried? I’ve missed you.
The Reason People Leave
My whole life i’ve never been hurt so much by anyone. You were my best friend. At least you were supposed to be. What about all those hours we spent on the phone? It was only when YOU wanted to talk. Only on your terms. What about all the tears shed? They were yours. Only YOU cried to ME. You never let me cry to you. All the jokes? They were yours. I was never funny to you. But I should be thanking you. You taught me something important. You taught me the reason people leave. And its not because they can’t handle relationships well, not because they’re dealing with too much. Its because they’re selfish. YOU’RE selfish.