I Wish We Were Strangers, But I Loved You Too Much to Ever Call You That

I never let you be more than a fleeting thought

Because I could spend all day remembering how easy it was with you

And the way you could fill my days more than any boy could.

You are secondhand clothing, the only memories I have created with you now are hand-me-downs,

And what used to be late night laughter and sleepy conversations whispered across the room

Has become a game of telephone

And we are not next to each other anymore.

You used to know every though that came to me before I even had it

And I had memorized every curl on your head and knew what could make you laugh so hard you'd cry

Now I don't even know your favorite song

Or your favorite color

Or what you ate for breakfast

Or the last time you laughed

Or cried

And we have now become strangers full of distant memories of one another,

Two flames that have blown out after burning too strong for each other

Worst of all, I don't hate you. I could never hate you,

But I hate what we have become

And who I have become without you.