I wrote this for you, in blue ink because that was the pen you used to enscribe your initials on my formally beating heart. I was taken off life support when you stopped believing I was worth living. You thought we were okay when we weren't. How could we possibly be okay when every time my phone illuminates I wish it was your name attached to the number, and it never is. how could you blatantly ignore me and talk to me at school as if you didn't stomp in my heart with soccer clears? How could you not think it would hurt? I guess I no longer, or never was a person of interest to you, just a hello in the hallway. Well your next hello is to be greeted with a smile, because I know I'll always forgive you. Because you don't know you're doing something wrong. You're just being you.