i don’t know what has become of us. we became so close in the shortest amount of time and now you won’t even speak to me and you no longer look me in the eye. i talk to you the way i talk to my ex-boyfriends (cautiously, that is). three weeks ago i slept with you on your futon: what happened to that friendship?
i miss you (sometimes). this awkwardness must end. how am i supposed to go see hot rod circuit with you and nathaniel on sunday? i want you to hoist me up again so i can crowdsurf like i did to the get up kids’ “ten minutes”. all these bright eyes songs that i listen to came from you. we shared everything. remember how we used to talk about how much fun we’d have at michigan state? where did the good times go?
i’m asking you to trust me again.
how can you tell me that everything will work out?
a pointless fight when you’re always right:
everything will work out.
