It’s funny to think about
How your name was Angle
But you weren’t one

Sometimes I can’t sleep at night
I think about your hair
Your eyes
The way you’d put your arm behind your head
When we’d talk
The glances we’d make

It’s been seven months now
I’m in theatre
I met this boy also named Angle
He looks the same
Has the same hair
Even talks the same

I feel like I was given the chance to fix things
As if life brought me up to not make the same mistakes as before

The day I found out he just got out of a relationship with a girl named Jasmine
I...I don’t know
I know now he’ll never love me
The same as the other Angle
I need to stop focusing on boys

But I desperately want to feel loved
So I’ll sleep on it
Thank you for listening