I Wonder Why You Pop Into My Mind

I wonder why you pop into my mind

It’s always at the worst times. It’s not late at night like it should be

It’s the times when I think I’ve finally gotten over you. That I simply don’t care anymore

Unfortunately I find many times that isn’t true

You’re mean. Perverted. Manipulative. Cruel. But

At times I miss your hugs and the soft kisses you gave me late at night. The way my messages seemed to make you filled with joy. Even the way you used to make me so nervous

Those times are done. Over. I can’t return to them.

I may not be able to stop you from crossing my mind and wondering if you ever even think of me anymore.

But I’ve grown from those experiences and I won’t turn into what you tried to make me

I’m strong just wait for me to fully blossom

My boy

Be pretty cool if an alien abducted me rn

Does it count if it’s at night？

Due to the fact that I am once again drowning in mental illness I have decided to return to tumblr

It is four in the morning so that’s cool ig