everywhere I look
She's
there- in your notebooks that lay on the floor,
and
the wall that used to have my paper full of rambles,
also used to have things with
Her
on it.
everywhere I go,
She's
there- in my dreams (they always consist
of you leaving me for
Her
and you not even caring about my feelings).
on the internet all I see are poems
and in those poems
i wonder if they make you think of me
like they make me think of you
or if they make you think of
Her
like I know they did once before.
While i'm trying to run away from
Her
I wonder how you do it.
Then I realize, you probably don't.
She's
probably still haunting your dreams
just like mine.
and
She's
probably in all those poems
and on all those pages.
I just hope that
maybe i'm there too.