Today I was walking down the hallway and I saw you.

I remembered how it used to be so I smiled at you, but you kept your head
down and kept walking.

“Maybe he didn’t know it was me.” I try to convince myself.

But deep down I know he knows.

It’s hard to walk down these hallways in fear that I might see you and feel that rejection.
7 though 2.
Monday through Friday.
September through June.

But you don’t get that do you?

Because YOU are the one who kept your head down.
Almost like you’re too afraid to face me.
Are you afraid that the past is real?
That at any moment it could come back and bite you in the ***.

But it’s come back to bite mine.
Because boys aren’t like the ones in the movies after all.
They wont come running back in the middle of the night.
They just leave and never say a word again.

You seem to be perfectly content with the fact that ignoring ME
what we had is the way to go.

Yet sometimes I wake up in the morning and try to be a little stronger but some how end up back in your arms.

It must be those texts, those “Baby, I want you back.”
Typical 1 in the morning drunk or too ****** to think text because all of a sudden you have a lot to say for someone who walked away.

But don’t you know that I can see threw your immature lies?
I know the meaning behind those texts... It was suppose to read, “Baby, I want you ON your back.”

For nine months I put up with you.
You should know that by now I would be able to read through your crap.

Game after game yet I still managed to loose time after time.
But this time?
(Long pause)
Today I saw you in the hallway and I put my head down.
I know, I know....
It’ll make us look like complete strangers... But is that new?... I guess that’s what we’ve become.