I wrote a poem about you.
I didn't have to, but I did anyway.
The idea was too good,
Too fresh,
Too real to keep it hidden.

                                                               ­                                It was originally supposed to be about the wind.
                                                           ­                  A couple years ago, I took that title and planned on writing
                                                         ­                                                                 ­  About the wind and my death.
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                            But I lived and
                                                             ­                                                                 ­      I put it in the Drafts folder
                                                          ­                                                               and forgot about it the next day.

And so I wrote about you instead.
It is about our downfall,
Our deconstruction.

                                                ­                                                                 ­                    The one you didn't notice,
                                                         ­                                                                 ­      Just like you don't notice me.

You wear that guitar strap
Like it's the only thing you love
Just like I wear my heart on my sleeve
Cause I'm lookin' up...