Yes, I
Noticed that you grew a beard as soon as we broke up
Even though you refused to when we were together.

And yes, I noticed you
Basically went incognito online and I hate it because
I don’t know what or how you’re doing and

Yes I could just text or God
Forbid call you but the digital age doesn’t have
Time for that.

I wish you didn’t tell

Me that the friendship bracelet I gave

You fell off your backpack I wish it didn’t bother me you kept it there.

Why am I still writing
About or to you,

I don’t feel much for you anymore.

This isn’t honest feelings this
Is regurgitated lines about
The only

Tragic Love Story I’ve never had.

And I don’t know how to write about what happens when I’m happy,
So I’m stuck with stupid poetry with messed up spacing about

A boy I haven’t talked to in maybe eight months
And the last conversation wasn’t
Really an important one. I don’t know

I found your sweatshirt yesterday so you’ve been in the very
Front of my brain right above my
Eyes and maybe if I wasn’t
Taking that new medicine, you’d give me a migraine.