i got crazy (over you) when y’all never recognise my name, my whole personality buried under the memories we made. Not for you, apparently — it’s only me left. spinning around, searching for signs you could come back. Deliberately, mind-off, opening the same cursed gallery album to check our photos once again. holding onto hope as if there was anything left in us. Reminder delivered: there’s none of us. there’s me, hopelessly looking at my old self who fell for you not having meant to. It just happened in the time i didn’t know was about to change my perspective. yours stayed the same, or not significant enough to matter. Your shadow lives in my head, in the old photos i still keep. that’s what’s left when i’m losing sanity, losing senses over someone who never chose me, over comfort. so i’ll stay like this — crazy over memories, dumbly hoping it’ll change through each day, that maybe you’ll finally appear again for real, not only in memory. dumb. in love from the past. young. yet for how long? how long will you keep me in the past, all crazy over some little things you don’t even remember? and now I just wonder what made me supposed to ever get familiar with this feeling to fall in love it is