When You Were Mine

I love the way you made me laugh at absolutely nothing during class.

I love the way you made me smile when you walked into the room, wearing those Converse and crop tops that fit you so well.

I love the way your green jacket fits me when we swapped them years ago, it makes me feel like you are close.

I love the way you held me and your warm skin touched mine, if only you had done that more often.

I love the way you sang and danced like nobody was watching when we were alone in your room, you would point to me as you hopped around.

I love the way your hair curled, the way your lips would pout, the way your hips swayed

When you were mine.

I hate the way you find a way into every song, can't even listen to my favorites without hearing your name.

I hate the way you lied when you said you'd never talk to her.

I hate the way you made me fall for you, and I fell hard.

I hate the way you made promises, because I knew you'd rarely ever follow through.

I hate the way your personality found its way into my own, can't even be me without finding pieces of you.

I hate the way you left me, the way you treated me, the way you dismissed me

Now that you aren't mine.