Ich dich auch ❤️
You say he means nothing to you.
You say you’re over him,
that he is your past and we’re in the present,
that one must never look back.
And yet when you walk into second period every morning
you look for his face before anyone else’s.
Every time you hear his name
you look around to see what people are saying about him.
When you’re alone at night
all you can think about is how you miss his arms around you.
You find yourself smiling,
thinking about the way he laughs.
Each time your phone buzzes you reach for it
secretly hoping it’s from him but knowing
When the boy to your right in English
smiles at you,
you remember the deep dimple in his cheek,
the crinkles that form in the corner of his eyes.
The boy in English doesn’t make you
nearly as happy as he did.
You say you no longer love him
and yet it still hurts to think about him,
and think about him
is all you do.
I hate when people are sad or upset and going through things cause all I wanna do is hug them and kiss them and play with their hair and make them feel better then get frozen yogurt and makeout