I met you when i was 16 and innocent,

unknown to the pain headed my way,

i spent 4months breaking down walls to let you in,

it took you 3 more to make me regret it,

after you were gone life without you just didn’t go great,

i fell in love with you at 17 while we were trying to be friends but ended up more,

i did everything i could to make it work,

in the end you broke me,

6 months ago,

i hated to hate taking off my glasses because i looked weird,

i had lots of friends to hangout with,

i was always on my phone,

i loved the color pink because i found it beautiful,

my smile was radiant thanks to you,

and i would do anything to make you happy,

but now i never wear my glasses because you used to love them,

i only have 1 friend because i pushed the rest away for you,

i’m never on my phone because all i do is linger on your pages,

i still love pink but i love brown more because it was the color of your eyes,

i hate my smile because it was your favorite,

and i would do everything to forget you.