The Boy I Don't Love Makes a Reappearance

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I don't often write about boys I don't love,
But here you are.
I'm still in love with someone else,
and you are too.
You're still sad,
but so am I.

I don't know why I find myself writing to you,
Or thinking about you,
and sometimes I want to text you,
to see how you are,
but those moments are stuck in seventh grade when we were just kids.

When we actually used our lockers,
When we actually took notes in class,
When we worried about what people thought of us,

but I think we both still do that last one.

I couldn't say though, because I don't really know who you are anymore.

You're still that boy whose locker was next to mine, to me.

I don't know what you've done and who've become,
I really don't care. In a good way.

I think the universe is funny.
It brought us together when we were just blossoming.
And in some funny way we're still in each other's lives,
In a distant revolving never meeting way.

That girl you're in love with,
Well the boy I'm in love with loves her too.

And she might love you, or she might love someone else, but like you said she's kissing other boys.

I hate her,
He hates you.

and here I am writing about you while you write about her.

The universe is revolving and my head is spinning.

I wish your reappearance wasn't this way.

I hope you get all you ever wanted, but honestly I think what you want isn't what you need.
But I'm just a silly girl stuck in the seventh grade trying to remember lines of poetry and locker combinations.

When it comes down to it, I'm still cheering to you.
Even if I don't really know who you are in these college days.

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