I see you,
out of the corner
of my eye

Why are you here?
Why are you near me?
Are you trying,
to make me miserable?

You write something,
you say something,
you talk to my friends…
and I just want to cry

I walked past
a girl the other day.
She was a friend of yours,
one I had gotten along with,
one I quite liked.
I hid my face,
and walked away.

and I just wanted to cry.

So I will just sit here,
and cry.