whyWhy did you do it?
That's what I would ask you.
If I had just one more chance to talk to you.
That's what I would say.
after all these years,
why couldn't you just ignore me and pretend I wasn't there
like I expected you to do?
Why couldn't you just leave me alone,
say a brief hello
if you had to talk to me
and then be on your way?
Why, oh why did you do it?
The last day I saw you.
I knew you were leaving for good.
You might've even moved out of the country in a few months,
let alone, half across the United States the next day.
I was prepared to never see you again,
So I tried to push you away,
I really did.
And you knew it too.
Do you know that you're the one person who still freakin' insisted on talking to me.
Even after I tried to avoid you,
and my natural awkwardness kicked in.
I was always quiet around you,
did you expect me to be different?
Because I was different, after you insisted on talking to me.
We had one of the best conversations I'd ever had
StrangerHow are you doing,
Stranger I don't know?
When will you get here,
you're running pretty slow.
Where are you?
Are you somewhere far away?
I really want to find you,
please come here and stay.
Who are you?
You, whom I've never even met.
Please come find me,
I haven't given up yet.
What are you doing?
Where in the world could you be?
Can't you please come back,
and live a life with me?
When will you get here?
I've been waiting all this time.
I'm supposed to be happy,
but I'm not even fine.
Why aren't you here yet?
I thought you would be mine.
We're supposed to be "happily ever after",
have the stars realigned?
How are you, good stranger,
who never had to wait?
Hope you've found a lovely life,
without your true soul mate.
Farewell to you, good stranger,
for I see it isn't right.
You have a family of your own now,
and I'm all alone in the night.
Goodbye dear old stranger,
rest in the heavens above.
You lived a life full of happiness,
without your one true love.
So rest in peace, old friend,
himIt's been a second since I last thought about him.
A minute since I last felt sad about him.
A hour since I last wrote about him.
A day since I last read old texts from him.
A week since I last talked about him.
A month since I last tried texting him.
And a year since I last saw him.
But it feels like a lifetime since I lost him.
PerfectIt was like he was a dream
only, he wasnt.
He was sweet.
Cute in the way he said things
the way he looked at me
the way he was.
All the good stuff.
He laughed at all my horrible jokes.
We had a common enemy, and we defeated him together.
He was jealous of my artwork
and how the teachers all loved me.
He joked around with me.
He called me "Perfect".
He said I was perfect.
But I was far from that.
I had many imperfections.
He said those were perfect too.
I wish I could've told him how perfect he really was.
I wish I was still Perfect.
He was my best friend.
Heck, my only real friend, at that.
We could've taken on the world.
We could've shared the laughs
the good times
and the bad.
We could've shared the butterflies
that I always got when I was with him.
We could've had everything.
It was like what we had was real
only, it wasn't.
I would give anything to be Perfect again.