i spend my nights with you but day dream about somebody else i’m falling in love with you but i’m already in love with him i can’t begin to explain the thoughts that race through my mind when i talk to you about something that he would’ve loved but you don’t really care at all and that’s fine it’s just that he was my best friend and now we walk past each other in the halls as if we’re strangers no one around us would be able to tell that his laugh is my favorite laugh that him and i have spent vacations together and that we baked, cried, and spent months in each other’s arms now i spend my nights with you but i’m dreaming my days away about him
This is a really old poem, but I hope that anyone struggling to move on from their first love finds comfort in this and knows that it’s okay to be confused.