It is what it is
When I look into his eyes I remember all the times we had. Good, bad, Everything. I remember when he loved me. Before he moved on. I don’t know why I can’t, I mean I’m the one who broke up with him in the first place. But I still do, no matter how I try to fight it, it comes back. I love everything about him I can’t find any faults that would make him less perfect. But, Like all great things I knew it would end. Everything in my life has ended. I used to have two loving parents, a home, best friends. Now I have non-stop fighting parents, a place that you could call home but doesn’t feel like one, and I had one friend until she moved, Far away. I feel like if I had him back I would have someone to hold, someone who would hold me, love me like he used to.
I remember. His eyes blue like shining glass on water. I repeat. But you can’t have them anymore, there not yours to love, there not yours to look at. I regret. That girl who took him, she didn’t know, and she’ll never know. All that she knows is that he’s under her spell, If she says jump then he jumps. He’s so blinded by her that it would take a miracle to have him notice me. Of course we talk, we laugh, but it not the same deep feeling that used to be. I have those moment where, for a split second, where we our eyes meet and I feel what it was. But then he turns as if ashamed, ashamed to love me.
At night I cry thinking what could be , and I could never let go, The closest thing that I can bring myself to is hiding it. I look at where I am now, sitting in a class room a million miles away thinking, It is, what it is.