I remember the boy

that was so easygoing

and yet easily embarrassed

I remember one stolen kiss

behind every bloodstained battlefield memory

I remember the you

before you genuinely lost yourself

I wonder if you still feel anything

other than that thrill over success

that has became a new version of

old

I wonder if you'd ever reach out

like I do

and find empty air

I have to pull myself out now,

knowing that we can never be young again

I'll always miss

what we'd had,

what lit my veins up with fire

and broke me down to my core

Gilbert,

don't look back

and blame me

for not being able to pull you back

and hold every broken shard

that broke itself ages ago

I'll always love that boy

though never the same way

as I did then,

I can't pull you out of yourself,

there comes a time where we have to let go,

and I'll hope that if you ever change,

remember yourself,

that you'll come back to the girl

that you once knew

better than yourself.