Changing of Topics Frequently

Moments.

Just a few seconds.

And I’m back.

I was lost for a little while.

Lost in my thoughts.

Thinking.

Of what could’ve been.

What I want now.

It’s all so strange.

Emotions are weird.

Resurfaced memories.

I try to force all of them out.

Broken hearts.

Airplanes.

Goodnight, I miss you.

I miss my best friend.

The one that moved away.

The one with my hair and my eyes.

I miss them.

I cried.

I let go of you.

At least I think I have.

I could be wrong.

But I don’t love you.

Maybe I lust after you.

But I don’t think that’s it either.

I do like someone else.

I like her.

A pretty girl who’s hand I want to hold.

I don’t know if you know her, I think you do.

She’s so pretty and I want to shield her from reality.

I want to kiss her cheek.

But I don’t know if she likes me.

I know she likes girls and boys and everyone.

I want her to like me.

Do you think she likes me?

I hope she does.