I'm stuck here,
feeling like a total idiot.
Your name doesn't show up on my phone any more.
It's been three months and
your sweatshirt still lives in my bed.
I've had that sweatshirt for almost a year.
I don't see you at school since you graduated.
I still have a picture of us on my wall.
I can't bring myself to take it down.
I miss you...
But I also wish I never knew you.
Then maybe this wouldn't hurt so badly.
Constantly torn between wanting to be with you
and never wanting to see you again.
This school has been a constant reminder
of what we used to be.
You're going to college at the end of the month.
While I'm stuck here in high school,
with your stupid sweatshirt.