I left months ago,
got over you quickly,
and moved on,
got with a group of friends,
While you were still wallowing in your own sadness
I spend the mornings wandering the halls
with my friends
sometimes we cross paths,
but I don't want to look at you.
I found out that you were doing things behind my back,
without my permission,
and I confronted you,
You lied to me,
saying that you didn't do it
I know that you did.
Your tried to get me to take you back,
but I am through with you.


You left me months ago,
Leaving me behind in the dust,
I couldn't get over you,
try as I did.
I found no comfort in my friends,
the same group that you hung out with,
and became a recluse.
Wandering the halls,
not having any particular path
occasionally we crossed paths,
but you would never meet my gaze.
You accused me,
and I lied and said I didn't do them,
but I know I did.
I know I am to blame,
I said that I was sorry,
but you wouldn't take me back.
You said that you were done,
With me,
with boys.