not missing you

I don't know why I texted you

Spontaneously last night. 

Usually I set up some elaborate plan, 

So I can do everything right. 

You're failing school, 

Well guess what?—So am I,

It hasn't even been an hour, 

And I have a poem to write. 

I won't get obsessed again, 

I won't fall in love with you.

I promised myself I never would, 

But I also said we'd never talk again too. 

I found someone who makes me happy, 

So why am I still waiting for your response?

I love her, and you are past, 

And I don't care what you want. 

But I see we're not so different;

You still play guitar. 

We're both in bad places, 

And you're still woven through my scars. 

But the past is past, 

They say forgive, and forget. 

Though I don't really see how that is true, 

Because you're still waiting for me to say, "I miss you."