Writing

I email you, to feel the elation when you respond.

I didn't think you would.

When you did I felt hope

For the first time in years.

Back and forth, once.

Flipping through pages upon pages,

Memories, but most of other people.

Our yearbook committee has been infiltrated,

And you can tell.

I am not represented here.

None of us are.

Once upon a time you were the girl with too much passion. 

You tried your very hardest to be in love with the world,

and it made you beautiful. 

But you lost that person to love,

Today I thought I looked pretty

It must have been a trick of the light

I can't fall asleep in this city

I wish that you'd come stay the night.

Last week I talked to you for hours

I told myself I’d anchor myself

In fifth grade.

I lost myself in sixth.

Created myself in seventh. 
Now in this horrible in between

I wonder if I can be the person I have been

Without you?

You are a liar and a brick

And you only care what your friends think.

Who are you?

Did you never stop to consider it was my first time, too?

And I’m not the only one who messed up?