Waiting on the Good. Living in the Bad.

Mario

It's so sad when the people that gave you the best memories become a bad memory.

How can we just walk right by each other, pretending we didn't know each other?

How can you hurt me so much?

I see you walking down the hall and you don't even look at me.

I wonder if you think of me sometimes.

Do you look at me when I'm not paying attention, wondering if I think of you sometimes?

I remember laughing with you, texting you late at night about stupid shit

for a second, I maybe even thought I had a chance.

Sometimes I smell a cologne that reminds me of the smell of your sweaters.

or maybe someone brings up that college on that one sweatshirt and I just remember the nights I slept in that very one.

I catch myself missing you

missing your hugs

missing your laugh

missing talking to you

missing you.

but I also catch myself hating everything about you.

although every now and then, you're absence makes my chest ache,

fuck you.

-j.z.