It’s okay if I’m not the girl you’re madly in love with right now; Or the one you have late night walks on the beach with and map out constellations for.

It’s okay if you’ve chosen her and think nothing of me,

Or that you’ve accepted a love less than what you knew I would’ve given you.

I just want to be the girl you find yourself thinking about 15 years from now while you’re sitting in your favorite café down by the shore, downtrodden over the fact that you’d poured too much creamer into your morning coffee because now it resembled how sad my light brown eyes had looked the very night you’d left me. I want to be the girl that haunts your every thought and makes you resent every song on the radio because all you can hear is the sound of my voice whispering your name with every floating verse.