WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?

you don't know me but i know you.

i could go on about your desaturated green eyes

and subtle freckles

or how insecure you are about smiling

because of your crooked teeth

and your cigarette breath.

but that's okay.

you taught me to forget

even if it was just for ninety minutes a day.

i would see you

walk with your friends

bite your lip in concentration

and mouth the words to your favorite songs

that were too loud for me to resist singing along too.

the feeling we had for each other was mutual

but life sometimes holds you by the neck three feet off the ground and reminds you

not everything is permanent.

there's no perfect metaphor for falling out of love.

it happens.

i'm not sure you ever knew me

and i don't think i knew you, or ever will again.