i thought i missed you,
but really
i miss the version of me
who loved the way we would laugh.
i miss warm pavement and bare feet,
choosing dirt over movies
walkie-talkie hide and seek
using them for convos at night
and thinking that meant everything.
i don’t want you.
i want the summer we belonged to.
i want the softness of not knowing better.
i want the magic that only exists
before hearts broke
and life grew teeth.
you were never the dream
just the music to escape from the hurt
and sometimes,
when things are quiet,
i still hear the songs.
