I spoke in stars, drew stories in the air
Dreamt in color, danced without a care
You watched like I was something soft and rare
Like a daydream you were scared to tear
Ran barefoot, never shrunk from the rain
Danced through the world with a ribbon untied,
Laughed like the wind—careless, wide-eyed.
Didn’t care if the world watched—I burned too bright
Used to wear my hair down, chase the wind at dawn
Ran through golden streets like I belonged to the sun
Wore my sneakers, ran through life, never had to run
You looked at me like I was stardust in motion
Now I’m just a passing thought, a faded emotion
Who did you love—me or the way I used to be?
Did you fall for the fire or just the way it shined on me?
Or was it just the way I shined
That kept you hypnotized?
Now I just daydream and fantasize
My hair falls in ribbons, combed into place,
I walk with purpose, but slower in pace.
Now I tie my hair back, walk like I’ve got plans
Now I walk in straight lines, move with intent,
But you don’t stare like you did back then
So tell me, tell me, who did you love?
Do you miss the girl who laughed too loud,
The one who never second-guessed the crowd?
Or was it just the way she looked
That kept you hooked?
Did you love the girl who couldn’t sit still,
Or just the way she bent to your will?
Was it the way she laughed, the way she ran,
Or just the way she slipped into your plans?
Did you love the way she lived without fear,
Or just the way she filled up the atmosphere?
Was it her you held in your dreams at night,
Or just the shimmer, the glow, the effortless light?
Do you miss the girl that never slowed?
Did you love the way she glowed,
Or just the way she fit into your world?
Did you love her, or just a version
That was easier to hold?
The music is softer now, the steps more slow
Not lost, just learning where to go
Did you love the spark, or the way she burned?
Did you love the girl, or just the world she turned?
Now the embers dim, lessons learned
Now the mirror whispers someone new
I wonder if you see her too
Do you miss the girl who dreamed too wild,
The one who never stayed inside the lines?
Do you miss the girl who never checked twice?
The one who never measured herself
Against somebody’s eyes?
Did you love the way she looked in the golden lights
Or the way she held the world with untamed eyes?
Was it her, or just the feeling
Of something slipping through your fingers?
Do you miss the girl who lived like a melody,
The one who never cared for symmetry,
Now just a whisper lost in the cemetery?
I miss when I laughed without needing a scene
The bell hums low, I slip unseen,
One month left, then I chase the dream.
Under dimming lights, I find my place,
Counting days ‘til I leave this space.
Fingers once danced on ivory keys,
Now they chase the wind, lost in the breeze.
Now I sit in the corner, penning silent pleas,
Songs unsung, drowning in reveries.
Pages blown—verses the wind may keep,
Pages call where my heart runs deep.
Yet numbers blur, the hours unwind,
Drifting far from the girl I designed.
Cried in desperation, weeks spun too fast,
Needed a break, but the moment won’t last.
Spoke to my professor, but I wasn’t all there,
Walked away ‘cause I knew they wouldn’t care.
Cried in silence, let the moon drink my ache,
Watched your friend whisper where I start to break.
Sat in the corner, scrolling away,
Watching the world but too tired to play.
I hold my phone instead of a pen,
Type out my thoughts but erase them again.
Scroll through a world that isn’t my own,
Laugh at strangers but feel so alone.
They tell me how love should feel,
Set the bar higher than one can reach.
Seeking solace in flickering screens,
Ink stains verses no eyes have seen.
Poems unheard, just ghosts in between,
Yet time keeps slipping through the seams.
I traded heels for sneakers, but it’s not the same
The girl in the mirror still won’t say my name
I used to own the sky, now I stay on the ground
Guess I stopped being someone worth chasing around
Wondering if you ever loved me
Or just the way I used to be
Weightless, waiting, longing to be,
Maybe the weight is what sets me free,
Yet I’m still bound to the tide that carries me.
My world is quieter, more measured, more still,
Yet something is missing—some unspoken thrill.
I wonder if dreams can still burn like before,
Or if growing up just means wanting something more.
I learned to sit still, to speak a little less
Started folding myself into someone I detest
Tamed my laughter, softened my stance
But I lost the part of me that dared to dance
I lost the part of me I loved in the grind
Somehow, I feel like I’ve left me behind
Maybe the fire never left my hands,
Maybe the wind still hums through the strands
Of my hair when I walk in the morning light,
Maybe the stars still whisper at night.
Maybe I was never yours to love,
Just a reflection of what you thought love was.
One day, we all lose
The ones who were our muse.