Steam was rising from the hot black tar
As I was making my long trek home
On the first day os school.
Thinking and walking gave me a headache
Like I was suddenly incapable of
Doing two things at once.
I walked past your house,
Like you walked past me in the halls.
The way you pretend you don't see me.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
Like stepping off a spinning carnival ride.
I try to block out the year before,
And all I can think of is how quickly you forget,
As easy as pressing the backspace on your keyboard.
So I walked past your house,
Like you walked past me in the halls.
xoxo
~nic~
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