(IM BACK YALL!! HAD SOME TRAUMA SO NOW ITS TIME TO WRITE ABT IT)

I got a blast from the past today

It was you, of course, all my memories are of you

A waitress, tattooed with a symbol from a movie you cherished so deeply

It brought me back

Back to you, our friendship, and now the crushed ruins of it all

The waitress, who unknowingly sparked a flurry of thoughts of you in my head

It wasn’t her fault, i thought honestly

I got to thinking, maybe it was your fault

For ruining what should’ve been such a minor moment

For ruining a (not so) good friendship

Maybe it was me, maybe it was you

Or, just maybe, it was the deep roots you had tangled up with this movie

Those roots that haunt me with the reminder that you loved the movie seemingly more than you did me.