What started out as a remembrance/nostalgic poem turned into a poetic rant that just kept escaping through my fingers. The bolded statement is the most important thing I’ve tried to say. But, it’s not like it matters, because we are over. Love doesn’t live here anymore. But, I know it will when the right person has the key to unlock and open my heart again.

It’s been a year.

A year since we

Had everything

Figured out. Had

Everything we wanted. 

Or at least what

We thought we

Wanted. What we

Thought we needed. 

We were together

Young, but together

Apart. Not in sync. 

Our steps were

Incomplete and

Out of time. 

It’s been a year. 

One year. I wish

I could still make

That smile appear

On your face, again. 

The smile that cured

Me. The smile that

Changed me. The 

Smile that saved me.

The smile of the mouth,

Of the lips, that spoke

The words “I love you.” 

The smile of the mouth,

Of the lips that always

Promised to stay. To 

Never leave. No matter

What. What happened

To that smile? I 

Believed everything

It said, it revealed. 

And those eyes…

They gleamed with hope

And love, even in

Suffering. 

It’s been a year.

And things have changed.

We have changed.

Evolved, grew, and 

Developed into 

Brand new people.

No where near the same,

But still dying in shame. 

You thought you were

Meant to be alone.

Yet, you said your heart

Beat for me and only 

Me, and if that were 

Even the slightest bit

Of truth, you wouldn’t

Have left, 

Have rebounded, again, 

For the second time. 

Especially when it hasn’t

Even been two weeks

Since you declared the

Demolition of our relationship.

It’s been a year.

We were getting

Ready and hyped

For prom. 

For graduation.

For college.

To be together. 

And now, take a look

At where we are now. 

Strangers; Enemies. 

You’re a ghost to me. 

A ghost that haunts me. 

I hope I’m a ghost in you. 

I hope my ghost tells you

That you need to learn

How to not be with

Someone for a while.

I hope my ghosts haunts you. 

You’re the everliving ghost

Of what once was. 

But, we’re better off. 

Separate. You do not

Complete my puzzle.

You are not my

Missing puzzle piece. 

You are not my

Knight in shining armor. 

You are not the

Love of my life. 

You’ve hurt me, and

It’s my turn to be

Selfish, and do things

For me, to make 

ME happy. I’m through

With trying to please

YOU and make 

YOU satisfied. 

I don’t need people

Like you in my life. 

Your negativity brings

Me down, and I don’t

Deserve that after everything

I did for you. 

It’s been a year.

Everything has changed

Between us now.

But just know this

One little thing:

No one’s gonna love you more than I do. 

And because I say this…

It does NOT mean that, 

When you come running

Or crawling, or

Crying, or

Pleading, begging for me

Because you’re unhappy,

Miserable, or

Even ”Sorry”,

I will take you back.