"Testing 1, 2. Testing 1, 2."

You are that girl, not a woman.

One who I was fond of greatly, I'm not now.

The thought of you still makes my world shake,
but you no longer make my eyes advert from what I need,
what I've always needed to obtain before anything else.

I need to move on. From my past. From that old me. From you.

Yellow flowers plant in the shape of my palms,
he needs me to help him.

               For once,
                               I think.
I'm going to          
try.            Try to be better.
               Try to be happy.



Three.
Two.
One.
Go.