“That’s the boy i hate!”
I exclaim as i walk past him again
Anger rooting in my toes
As my feet stomp swiftly towards him
Trying to show off, show that i’m over it

i think i’m annoying you too so that’s a terrible feeling
our conversations haven’t been the same since
i figure you’re busy
but that doesn’t change the fact that my thumbs ache
to turn twenty-six letters into sweet messages for you

in addition to this, you never talk to me
i see you once in a while
maybe get some breakfast
or lunch
or dinner
but i’d like to spend significant time in your presence
you are so upbeat that it lifts my spirit
up to the heavens


boys boys boys