He was never your type, but then again neither was I,
He probably makes you smile the way I once did,
He probably says the right things to make your day,
He probably puts in effort where it matters most,
He probably makes you feel safe and secure,
He probably makes you believe there’s a future to be had,
He reminds me so much of who I used to be, to you,
Hopefully, he makes you the girl that I once loved so much,
Hopefully, he makes you whole again after we shattered,
Hopefully, he takes the person I’ve come to resent,
Only to make her the person who lit up my world,
He will never deserve the girl I used to know– But how could anybody?
The beauty of death is the reincarnation of life,
Energy and love is infinite and omnipresent,
Perhaps he is just me, in a parallel universe,
I just hope he is everything you want and nothing you deserve,
But I. . .
I just hope my flowers bloom when the ice melts in spring.
