Come back.
Come back to
the girl you
used to know.
Come back to
the life
we had
together.
Let's talk about
boys.
Let's talk about
how we hate
our parents.
Let's talk about
our celebrity crushes.
Just come back.
I need to tell you
how much I miss you,
how every day
you name is
running though
my mind.
I need to tell you
that I pray for you
even though
I don't believe
there is a god.
I need to tell you
that the thought,
the sheer thought
of you,
brings a smile
to my face.
I need to tell you
to come back.
We can be happy,
like we were when
we were four.
We can talk about
our crushes,
our parents,
anything.
Just please.

Come back.