I look at you
You look at her
She looks at me
You are my…friend
She is my best friend
You two are sharing headphones
I am fixing my shoe—literally
You laugh at the song
She helps me with my shoe
“Thanks”
I smile
But I am thinking about you
And my stomach feels empty
You both walked over to me
She came first
You followed
I think about you all the time
Who do you think about?
Am I jealous?
Yes
Is that stupid?
Probably
Am I mad at my best friend?
Not in the slightest
She has my back
Always
Am I mad at you?
Very
Am I over you?
No, not at all
Am I over you?
Maybe a little
I still get butterflies when I think about you
They are just as sudden and overwhelming
But their flavor is different
More…regretful
You are a balloon
I’m letting go of you and you are sailing away
I miss you
You make me smile
But I know you are gone
(My main concern is that this is too anecdotal and not poetic enough. Let me know what you think!)
