i am nostalgic tonight
i sit quietly in a car beside the window
looking at the mix of neon lights
and double yellow lines that line the road
and i think of the girl i was only two months ago
she didn’t flip to the end of books
afraid to face a sad ending
she didn’t stumble on words
that she knew by heart
she didn’t make a mistake
like falling for someone
who couldn’t possibly ever feel the same way about her
she didn’t eat
sweetened cranberries in french class
because she had stopped caring completely
and she didn’t frown while smelling the musty smell
of library books
~who is this girl you left me to become?
