Take me back to when the only time someone ghosted me was in a game of hide-and-seek.
When the only thing that broke easily were pencils and not trust.
When the only thing stolen in the dark was my sleep, not my peace.
Take me back to the days when monsters lived under beds, not in people. When tears meant scraped knees, not shattered hearts.
When "home" was a place you ran to, not from.
Take me back to when the worst storms were outside, not brewing in our minds. When hearts weren't as disposable as the plastic bottles we're told to recycle...
