Will

I’ve seen you before

How can I forget

You were the girl who had the bluest eyes in my school.

You were the theater girl who was nice with everyone

You were way too out of my league

Is what I thought

I missed you I haven’t seen you in school in a while just wondering how your doing

I text you

Then we talk

We talk

Everyday

For about a month

Then I found out who you were liking

I was happy

I loved you

But me and you were polar opposite

It would never work out.

Hours on hours you would leave me alone

When you finally responded it was always

“Sorry I was busy”

That’s such a bullshit lie. Stop doing this to me

I hate you

So much

I’m done

I don’t want to bother you

But I miss you

And I can’t go back

Not again

Not ever

It almost felt like

Two mirrors facing each other

It would never end.

I’m glad you moved on and I did too

But sometimes I still cry thinking about you

When you meet new people they ask you very familiar questions.

What do you like to do

What type of music do you enjoy

Where are you from

Then there’s the hardest one

What’s your name.

You can say the name that your parents chose for you when you left the womb

But is that really you?

Does that name really identify who and what you are

Is it your true self

Your fake self?

What are you.

The name you have falls into different personalities

You act like a jock

You seem like a nerd

You dress like a punk

You smell like a stoner

You run like a women

You talk like a man

Who are you

I’m done Trying so much

I understand she’s how I live, how I thrive , how I have clothes on my skin.

She loves me.

She hates me.

I understand she’s how I wanna die, she’s why I don’t want to continue, she makes me want to rip my skin.

Her Bipolar is so painful it hurts I want to cry because she doesn’t care

My Bipolar is so bad she wants to cry because I don’t care.

She talks shit and treats me like I am not one of hers leaving selfishly.

She talks good and treats me so well like I’m her favorite ever

Stop

Please.

I feel like I’m becoming you

Everyday I feel more like you.

The cigarettes

The movies

The relationship with your father

The relationship with your family

The room

The wall

The problems

The hobbies

The friends

The need to hide everything

Me and the old you are so much alike.

But you have everything in order, your life seems to be going great. I don’t want to mess that up for you. You seem very happy with your new job, your new boyfriend, your new family, your new and I’m happy for you.

I just wished there was someone

Someone like