On the way back from the bowling match
i sat by you on that sweaty
brown leather seat
torn by bratty kids
from 7 to 18.

i stared at the graphiti
the "Johnny loves Betty"
the "i was here"
the " class of 99 rulz"

I began to cry
i thought of all the times
we had listening to songs
by bright Eyes and Ben Folds.

how your hair smelled that night
when you asked me to be yours.

and how the night air smelled the night
you told me that you didn't
feel the same way about me anymore.

i'm pretty sure that you saw my tears
as i cried silently looking out the window.

i suppose that you obviously didn't care
is what hurt the most.

02/13/2008

Posted on 02/13/2008
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