I remember sitting and laughing,
wishing I was near you,
wanting nothing more
than for you to say a few
Meaningless words,
a few
Simple words
to make me feel like you thought
I was something special—
Something more than your generic "Jane Doe".
It's odd how I'm sitting here sighing
and wondering
what in God's name was wrong,
how you brought me here,
what I could have possibly felt
For you.
So strong, that it was worth giving up my
Principles, my
Time, and even my
Feeling nothing more or less than
I try to kill those memories,
wondering if I'll ever be the same,
if I'll ever make that dumb mistake