I tried writing you a couplet
It didn’t go too well
So I’ll just tell you
That maybe
I love you
Couplets aren’t really my thing
I doubt you really care
Whether or not
I like you
Whatever
I thought a couplet might’ve been easier
Telling you might’ve been
Easy, maybe, too
Wouldn’t hurt
To try?
Couplet or not, matters not, in the end
What happened, happened
I won’t ever, really
See you any
More, so
Bye.
Here’s the couplet I never wrote for you
Here’s all the things I’ve never said
Here’s all the things that
I wish would’ve
Happened.
I love you? Maybe?
I AM TOTALLY OVER HIM. SHUT IT. NOW.
How sick at heart I am? How sick at heart I am. Oh, but, but, the fact that with a single click the distance that separates my aching heart from satisfaction is so easily in reach…
Okay, get over it. Get over it. Command. Get over it. NOW.
Cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon. Stop. Shut up. Let it goooo. Let all of it just go.
STOP, STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.
Okay, I know the feeling. I know the feeling. It might just be your period, or you might really miss, or might have really loved him, I don’t really know, but kid, kid, kid, kid, stop. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. Let it go.
Please.
Because I don’t like it any more than you do.
I don’t like sitting next to Alex and having a gaping hole where the love of my life used to be.
I don’t like going to school on Monday and knowing that between third and fourth I won’t run into him (OR MILES) and maybe during 7th, I’d catch him going out to lunch with one of his silly friends and during 8th, not having him sit next to me, to do all the little weird things we do in class, to distract me long enough to have me fail, to distract me long enough so that I sit at home and type about him like a retard. And that, 9th period, he won’t be there anymore either. He won’t be in the back of the library, with his stupid computer and his stupid stupid stupid everything.
Can we stop feeling like we’re going to throw up?