I still wouldn't drive a car even if I had a license

 Days and nights merge,
fogging up my memory, 
craving for my youth,
craving for my childhood.

Every day is the same,
I'm covered in mundane,
the fire has burned out,
the spark is completely gone.

Drowning in my misery,
I'm surfing in the waves of my tears,
I'm homeless and broken,
since the day I ran from my sanity.

Turned my back on my goals,
backstabbed my own heart,
left my aspirations bleeding out,
lost, I'm hopeless.

A not so titanic move from someone who wants to be called a man

So now the girl I want you to be is just a memory.
And you may not be a hero, maybe that is not you.
You may not be out to save the world, but you saved mine.

And that geometry test, 
the one I know you haven’t studied for it,
even though it’s next period, 
I know you’ll ace it.
Like you always do.

I’m sorry for telling myself you’re what I want you to be,
and I’m sorry for ordering the pizza you’re allergic to, 
I thought you still enjoyed it.
Things change,
as they should. 

But it doesn’t mean that my memory of you will,
you’ll forever be my friend,
you’ll forever have a home, 
and most importantly you’ll forever be in my memories.