Everyone Comes With Baggage

do you really think, that some little words will help me

but the funny thing is

we didnt really have

anything

sure today i can sit back and say

i miss our texts,

i still remember that you sent me the first one on halloween, begging to help you with the science homework that you didnt understand. and i told you that i would help after i finished handing out candy to the funny 10 year old bastards.

i know it didnt really mean anything to you

but i remember.

and i remember that time that i indirectly unintentionally called you beautiful, and you told me that you were kinda with this girl, from where you used to live. and i told you that i would start calling you "ugly" as a joke. but that didnt last very long because lies sting.

i remember.

remember when you used to snapchat me, really stupid things about eggs, and how your mom was a bitch.

i know it didnt really mean anything to you

but i remember.

and i remember telling myself that i wasnt going to let myself feel anything for you. because i knew what it would do to me. youre moving on into the person that i knew you would become, more talkative to others, more distant to me.

and i know our little conversations really didnt mean anything to you

but i remember.

so now,

i wish i could tell you what i thought of you. because everyday, youre turning more and more into a stranger. i didnt want anything to happen, i keep telling myself as i choke back more and more lies.

i dont know what happened to what we had.

we didnt really have anything

the funny thing is

but

i miss what we used to have