“ You’re here.
Who were we? I ask myself a thousand times a day.
Who were we? Who are we now? Who am I to you? Who are you to me? I don’t know.
Or rather, I don’t want to know.
Get out of my thoughts. We are only fragments of the people we once used to be. Where did you go? Why did you leave? I was your moon, you always said. Wolves howl at me. I lit up your darkness.
When you see the moon, do you think of me? I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t think of you when I look up into the night. Clearly I still think of you as crazy as that is. I still love you, as crazy as that is.
Not to say that I’m still madly in love with you— don’t get me wrong. I’m not some crazy stalker who is still pining over a very important man in her life. I promise I’m not. It’s just different with you. You’re different, I guess. It’s your nature. The way you look at me just makes me feel so vulnerable. My legs turn to Jell-o and I just want to fall in your arms even though I know you won’t catch me. When my pen turns to ink on a page, why does it find itself lovingly carving out your name? You and I both know that you don’t deserve this much thought, this much activity from my brain.
You’ll never know though. You’re here in my heart.
You’re gone from my life. You’ll stay with my mind.
I’ll wait for you.