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You look a little different.

New glasses?

No.

You've changed your hair.

Or...have you been tanning recently?

I know something's different, just let me think.

Wipe that smirk off your face.

 

It's your hair, it's definitely your hair.

I remember, because I met you six years ago

At that party. You circled me all night.

You said you liked my smile.

And I remember your hair, that giant mess 

Of twists and turns that a person could get lost in

I got lost in that hair,

I got lost in that crooked grin,

I got lost in you.

Tell me, have they found me yet?

 

No. Okay, okay, it's not your hair.

I know what it is. 

It's your stupid looking tie. 

That tie, that noose that I tried to strangle

Myself with when you threatened to stay forever.

That string of doubt and hope that says

"Hang in there one more day."
Hang in there, hang up there, hang over there

While everyone else hangs over - here

Have they noticed me yet?

 

Alright, quit laughing, I haven't made a joke yet.

It's not your tie, it's those odd looking shoes of yours.

Where are you going, the circus? 

Why are they so fucking huge, are you planning to impress

Someone else with your incredible dance moves?

Circle round them like they are the center of your universe

Only to trap them beneath your sticky, gum infested

Spider web of light, yes light

Light so blinding no one can see where they are going

They can only see where they've been

And oh where I've been

How do I get back?

 

We'll go to option D then, it's your skin.

Where did that transparency go?

I remember when I was thirteen, you slipped right through

My door like a nightmare through a 25 cent dreamcatcher 

You glided past my parents like a lie glides past hope

You hung around me like dust hangs around a picture framed

You stole my smiles and disappeared into the night

You were my only light you were..gone

 

I have to tell you, I didn't miss you much.

Alright, fine. Maybe I missed the way you made me feel-

Like I could do what I wanted, on my terms.

You made me wish for so much more,

Instead of feeling trapped in my world I was actually

Trapped in your embrace, maybe I missed the security,

The comfort, the mundane routine of waking up

Only to wish I was back asleep, of going to school

Only wishing I could go Nowhere, of talking to people

Only to have my voice drowned out by everyone around me,

Maybe I missed the utter silence. 

 

...

But, does anyone ever really miss silence?

 

You look a little different, my friend.

But it's good to see you don't have the same effect on me this time.

Just visiting, I can already tell. You've got your bags packed, ready to go.

I'll be back on my own as soon as you give my personality back.

Take your time, I don't need it until May or June or...July.

You look a little different, but maybe my eyes have grown

Used to the beauty of freedom.

You look a little different, but maybe that's good.

Nice to see you again,

My never ending question

My heart concealed confession

My tangent of expression

My dear depression.

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