The Punk I Loved

I love you still.
Even after all these years
My heart breaks when I see you.
Because you were never interested
And because our belief's were just too different.

But you'll always be the punk I loved.
Your hair was long then,
But now it's short and blonde.
The tongue stud now has a brother,
One through your nose.
And my love hurts more than that ever will.

We used to talk, you and I.
I loved those moments, those lunch walks.
I don't remember what we talked about.
But I remember how you made me feel.

But then the distance came.
Cold, unsurpassable.
It's always that way,
You let them in and then they leave again.

Now in moments late at night,
At times of unawares
I see your face, and it's just you.
Just you standing there.

You'll always be the punk I loved,
That teenage rebel with the nose stud.