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.
