I know your class schedule,
You eat dinner at six.
And lunch at twelve thirty
On Tuesday’s you have a seven forty five
And I’m happy you don’t get to sleep in.
I know your class schedule
And which paths you take to get there.
I know your Facebook
Like the back of my hand.
Every photo you’ve shared,
And your statuses too.
I can’t help but check,
Type your name in the search bar,
Because the pain has a weird calming feeling.
I feel like if I know your every move.
I can know when you’re coming.
And I can run the other way.