I don’t know which is worse

Wanting something you once had

Or wanting something you’ve never tried to live without

Because the reminder of the memories

Is worse than the stories you create in your head

And remembering the way they would lay next to you

Is the worst memory of all

Because it becomes blank

And he becomes a ghost

And you feel yourself losing your mind

Because the one person who cried on the night he saw you in your prom dress

Is now the boy who walks past you as if he never whispered the words 

‘’I love you.’’