Why do I care so much?
You follow me,
you are creepy,
you are always around.
You never leave me alone.
Why do I care now that you're gone?
I saw you that day and kept making you jelous.
It was so funny to see you get mad over nothing.
And now, you've been gone.
For five days.
Why do I care so much?
I stop at your house on my way home.
I feel like I owe you that much.
As I walk up the steps,
I know that I will regret it when you open that door,
and smile when you see my face.
Why do I still walk there?
I go to your door and ring the bell.
No one comes.
The t.v. is on and there is a car in the garage.
Yet no one comes.
I still feel better.
I guess because I tried.
But why,
oh why,
why do I care so much?
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