Everywhere I go, I am haunted by you.
I went to our room yesterday. It was locked so I sat down on the ground in the hallway. I sat there and thought about you, and me, and how that one class changed my life. No. That one room. I sat motionless for about an hour. Yime flies when you're hearts lost in space. I got up an peeked in through the window of the door. I rested my head on the glass and stood there for a while. I looked at the chair I sat in, and the one you sat in, just diagonal from mine. I looked to the board and saw the professor marching around in her tight pants with her ass begging to climb out. I looked back at our spot and there it all was. I was talking to Ally and Lauren, and you were staring at me. You were staring at my legs, my thighs, my ass. You listened to what I told Aly and Lauren about my life, about boys. You listened and you smiled because somehow you knew, you would shatter my world. And then I came to. I was still in the dimlylit hallway with my head forehead against the glass and there were stains on the carpet. And i took a breath and walked down the stairs and out the door. I got into my car and drove away. And now I know that you aren't haunting me. I'm haunting myself. It's the passion that lingers, the lust, it kills. I don't think you're around every corner anymore, I don't picture you driving by. Because you're at work all day, or at school, and you're at the bar and at a party getting wasted. You are not here not anywhere near.
