I tried to write to you in York,
I felt like a super dork.
It was really late at night,
So I scraped the idea and turned off the light.
I tried to write to you again the next night,
I couldn’t think of the right words in my mind.
I was sharing a bed with a friend,
It was not a moment to recreate the scene.
I talked about how we meet in London,
You drank way too much for your first night in.
I talked about our weird and perculiar coincidences,
I never thought I’ll meet a French Canadian.
I got so excited when you used to send me messages,
Even if it’s lame drunk pictures.
Remember that one of your tattooed arm?
Thank god it was only a temporary charm.
I loved it when you sent me coco videos,
You stopped it a while ago.
I guess I should have taken note,
Like those music clips to piece back your ego.
I don’t want to remember you now,
I don’t want to know if you’re doing well.
It’s funny that I still care,
More than that London Jenga dare.
If you ever find this post,
I hope I have let you go.
And the month of memories we have,
Will be nothing but a ghost.
– The girl who accidentally fell for you