For someone so young,

I sure do feel a lot.

Blood pumping two

times faster than average

It’s the bad type of unique.

You always told me it wasn’t;

that I was special.

But wasn’t it your job to do that?

And you did it, you did it well.

Laughing at midnight and talking

for hours.

Only you could make me smile

like I used to,

staring at my phone like a fool.

Unaware that nothing lasts.

But now I am.

I have learnt from being

Without You.

And I regret that I did.