I met you when i was 16 and innocent, unknown to the pain headed my way, i spent 4months breaking down walls to let you in, it took you 3 more to make me regret it, after you were gone life without you just didn’t go great, i fell in love with you at 17 while we were trying to be friends but ended up more, i did everything i could to make it work, in the end you broke me, 6 months ago, i hated to hate taking off my glasses because i looked weird, i had lots of friends to hangout with, i was always on my phone, i loved the color pink because i found it beautiful, my smile was radiant thanks to you, and i would do anything to make you happy, but now i never wear my glasses because you used to love them, i only have 1 friend because i pushed the rest away for you, i’m never on my phone because all i do is linger on your pages, i still love pink but i love brown more because it was the color of your eyes, i hate my smile because it was your favorite, and i would do everything to forget you.