The Boy I Don't Love Makes a Reappearance
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 g