A Letter To Her

The tapping of my pencil on the brittle desk overrides my ears

“Your essay finals are due tomorrow, don't forget.”

Walking in the halls earbuds replace the depths of my ears, music taking over my mind

Thinking about how i'm only a mere child

And Thinking about the absences filling up

And Thinking about 4.0

And thinking

And thinking

And thinking

Stopping in the halls, there I lay

The sounds of disgust as a block the way

The music turning into a daring ring

Teachers yelling for me to get up, the vast movements of their hands only in sight

Thinking about her

And Thinking about our time together

And thinking

And thinking

And thinking

She bad for me

She's the end of my days

I can't help but reminder the dishes piling up on the side table

I've noticed the repeat of bad habits when she was here

Thinking about going to sleep at 3pm

And thinking about the feeling of despair

And thinking

And thinking

And thinking

You wont think about me once your done

I don't leave witty and leave you thinking

As once your done here ill be done too

Thinking about the note I left her

“Don't come back”

And thinking about the pleading

“Please leave me”

And Thinking about what I missed because of her

“goodbye”