I pass you in the halls , you look at me with daggers in your eyes . I quickly avoid eye contact . Because i see everything i used to love . I see you now , coldhearted , judgemental. Just flat out mean . Thats not the girl i knew . The girl i knew drowned in tears and shitty poetry . Wrote cursive with her own blood , painted her body like a canvas , with razor blades for paintbrushes. You cried tidal waves of salty tears (i know this because i would always kiss them away) asked me why you were still here . My mood would swing like russian roulette , hoping when i pointed the gun at you , id miss . The girl i knew could read me like a book she’s read cover to cover a thousand times . She’d try to hide her scars , even though i already knew the exact coordinates of where they all were so elegantly placed & thought through . She’d tell me i was stupid or arrogant, but id never seen so much love in someones eyes when you said that . You used to be so right. So right about everything .
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