Eternal Daydreamer.

The girl who used to be infatuated by you no longer exists.  She stopped laughing when her drive was funnier than your joke, and you would’ve been nothing but wind trying to push her back. She stopped calling after 12 to see if you got home alright, rather than you making sure she made it to her own door. You used to captivate her with blue eyes that put the ocean to shame, more vibrant than any sky she laid under, but she stopped getting lost in them. As time passed, your lips only spoke of words kissed by sugar and she needed what you didn’t have. That girl who used to be infatuated by the idea of you, no longer, exists. The girl who replaced her, well, she is fiercer than the ocean on a stormy night and she is stronger than the wind beneath her wings.