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.