Seven Years

Seven years too late. His love reciprocated seven years past the date he broke my heart at silver lake. I used to pine for him, would stay up every night, dying over him. i never thought i’d see the day where i’d have this power over him. Not that i want it. I’ve grieved his deliberate denial til my love did expire and made off all the better in the end. Now, he’s smoking me up and talking in circles about how he’s more than a friend. He’s testing my tolerance, seeing what makes me tense. Nothing seems to get to me anymore. I’ve become so accustomed to being forgotten, that i numbed my heart to feel less rotten, and it worked. Seven years later and he’s ready to cater to me and cannabis brain. Who would have known he’d yearn for the girl that once loved him, living down on shady lane?