i think it's funny how you tell your friends that you got
rid of me, that i am only a memory in your past that i was
such a mistake that if you see me in the street you would
turn and run the other way,
i think it's absolutely hilarious because i still
find you reading my poems in class and reminiscing
and you still text me late at night begging for me to
respond, you still tell every guy with in a mile's distance
to stay away from me and every time i'm in church you
somehow find a way to corner me and attempt conversation
with me, i think this is all one big joke,
that you are one big entertaining joke because darling
i've already gotten rid of you, and trust me you
are only a memory in my past and honey if there was
ever one mistake i made it was lending you my scarf
after gym class, i want it back by the way
and you can spin the story in any way you want,
it won't matter because at the end of the day it is still
the same old game of you throwing rocks at my window
and me tossing them back

(h.l.)