So we're talking again,
yeah I guess its fine.
I'm supposed to be ignoring you, y'know.
Putting you out of my mind.
It's funny when you share a joke,
from that show you're making me watch.
The one about the guy?
Yeah the guy with the scotch?
I don't really remember
the highlights of the plot
I just remember you
telling me which one you thought was hot.
And comparing myself to her,
saying British tv ***** man
You getting offended
and telling me, all deadpan
yeah it's better than that American ****,
what is it, Anchorman?
and then I had to laugh,
but you would never tell
because all this banter
happened like we were under a spell
like we were actually friends for once
not just some people from school
And I know this time
I'll still end up the fool.
I'm very sorry for the flood of sad puppy love poems, I swear I write diversely you've just caught me in the middle of some issues