Strangers Poem by abi Whitaker

The awkwardness in a brief exchange
the way you move away
the way neither of us make eye contact
the way you're not being you at all

I'm the girl you used to laugh at
and you hugged a thousand times
i'm the girl that went down the drain
some random day in your head

So now all thats left is a you
and yes, theres a me
not a package anyore
no buy one, get one free

I thought we'd at least be friends now
but i realy don't know how
we could ever be more than just awkward
so we'll probably never speak again

I don't believe that you hate me
so you must want this to stop
you didn't have to move away
just because i came over
lets start over like a brand new day
and pretend
like it never happened

We don't have to be strangers
making an effort to avoid each other
just teach me how to talk to you
so we can break through
silence and awkwardness

And i know this poem is gonna be rubbish too
but it's kind of, more of, my last words letter to you.