Prom Date

Hey it’s me, your prom date
The one in the red with the crown on her head that you said you could never hate
It’s been around six months since we last talked
And I heard you have a new girl and I heard that she’s hot
I just have some questions that I need to know before
I can move on I just need some more closure
How’s New York?
Did you really want me to move with you?
How’s college?
Do you love her?
Does she kiss you?
Was it something I did to make you not want to confidе in me?
Did something happen to makе you feel like you had to lie to me?
Did you know we had these problems? Or why we were toxic?
I thought toxic was normal cause that’s just what I grew up with
Do you remember spring break or Orlando or Italy?
Was I really your first love?
Were you playing?
Did you cheat on me?
I’m in that stage of the break up where I’ve accepted you’re gone
But I can’t delete a single picture of you off my phone
I know it’s been six months since we last talked but
This is what I would say if I didn’t have you blocked
The more I try to forget you the more I feel lost
Deep down I hope someday that our paths will re-cross shattered is an understatement of my heart of how you’ve broken me
My trust is now a box and it’s locked no one can open me
I acted like I moved on like I found something real
But I ended that because I needed more time to heal
I’m paralyzed when I see your eyes and every boy I meet
And I fantasize about what I’d say if I saw you on the street
I don’t know I would probably stand there frozen cold
Or start to scream and cry
Or reach for your hand to hold