My friends were talking in class
It made me really think
Places in my brain I didn't want to go
About how never again I'll let someone get close
At least not as close as you got
Because we haven't talked in six and a half months
And yes I'm counting
I'm counting because it still feels like i'm being stabbed in the stomach when I see you
I shouldn't still write poems about you
Six months later.
When Olivia Rodrigo said
"You're just a stranger I know everything about"
I first thought of you
And I still think of you
I think of you every night before I go to sleep
I think of you in the morning
At eight
At ten
At noon
It's all you
You're still first in my mind
You're still first in my heart
In my head you're still my best friend
The only one I want to talk to
I'll see all these people
I'll watch from afar
I'll keep my friends close
But not attached at the hip
Say "I wish I had a best friend"
But I'll act just like you and lie
Because at the end of the day
I don't ever ever ever want something like what we had back
I just want you
But I won't admit it