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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.