The Old You

I miss you—

The old you.

The one who cared.

Who loved me,

Even when I was hard to love.


If you ever come back,

If you ever want to try agsin,

I could never get too close.

Things could never be the same—

Not like before.

There’s too much hurt,

Too much pain.


I don’t hate you,

I hate what you did—

Ghosting me,

Blocking me,

Acting like you never cared.


Still, if you ever needed me,

I’d be there.

Because once,

You were my everything.

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