A Summer Story

Boredom

                                                                                Boredom

                                                                           1 August, 2014   

I miss him so much.

I magine him walking to my house with flowers.

Expressing his love for me.

And we live happily ever after.

I know it'll never happen,

but it's fun to dream.

I can see his legs walking down teh driveway.

I can see his face peeking thorugh the window.

But I can't hear his voice.

I don't remember his voice.

It pains me to say it, but it's true.

I'm slowly forgetting him.

And soon he'll fade away.

And never come back.

It's so unfair how people can have boyfriend and girlfriends.

When they aren't even trying.

It makes me so angry.

Take Andrew for example.

He has a girlfriend.

And he went to Portugal and Iceland.

When just last year he went to England, and Italy.

Where's the fairness?

He's only 13!

It's so unfair.

When I'm here crying over a boy,

I lost, probably forever.

Where is the equalizer.

I just want to one-up him,

just once...

it's so unfair...

When I was in Florida it all went away.

I could sleep,

I could keep my mind in the present.

But here?

I see him everywhere.

In my room,

In my street,

everywhere I go, I see something.

But I never actually see him.

When he only lives one block away.

For some reason I'm over everyone else.

But not him.

And it's haunting me.

In my dreams he's there.

And when I wake up, 

I realize I won't see him

today,

tomorrow,

or ever again.