Poems.

To him.

I write about you an awful lot.

You don't leave my mind.

You make me think about the future more than college does.

I'm excited for next year.

You've had dreams of it.

I know, you've told me about them.

Our sixteenth year.

You always tell me how the girls will be,
and I directly quote,
"crawling all over you."

I've been hoping that you'll see that I'm in love with you.

But I don't think that's how it works.

But this is:
I fall for someone who doesn't view me romantically,
he falls for someone who doesn't have eyes for him,
and she falls for someone who barely knows that she exists.

And somehow, you manage to fall for my friend.

And she was also into you.

So you two had a little thing and I was hurt.

After that had stopped, nothing happened for a while.

A year down the road,
one of our mutual friends asked a question about you.

I told a little white lie, because I wasn't too close with that person.

I immediately regretted it, and I still do.

You've told me your dreams of our sixteenth year, I just don't know if they're about me.