I'm like a broken record.
I was walking along the sidewalk, and I noticed someone who looked vaguely familiar. At first I just glanced and looked away, but when I looked back the boy I was looking at broke into a smile and pointed at me. It was him, and I had barely recognized him in his winter garb.
I don't blame you for walking away.
"You did better than me" he said as I took off my headphones.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, I got an 83 or something like that. I don't know, those quizzes really fucked me over."
"Yeah, the quizzes really brought my grade down too. I didn't do as well as I wanted to."
"I got a C+ in the class. I was mad, but I just don't care anymore."
I've got some bad ideas, involving you and me.
He told me how he couldn't wait to get out of this town. 'I'll be here next year, but after that...' he wants to move away to another place, he isn't sure where. I couldn't believe I was getting the chance to talk to him again, I couldn't believe it wasn't a completely superficial conversation, I couldn't believe I was getting a chance to tell the one person that had affected my outlook and perception towards Chicago the most about my plans, I couldn't believe I was getting the chance to impress him one more time.
This could be love, love for fire.
"Yeah, I'm planning on moving come fall."
"Oh, really? Where to?" His interest peaked. It had been awhile since I had seen that expression on his face, and I used to see it every time he looked at me.
"Chicago."
"Oh, Chi-Town. That's cool. What are you going to do down there?"
"Go to a community college, get an apartment, absorb some culture."
"Wow, yeah that sounds really cool. I wish I could do something like that, but I want to be closer to home. Well, I need to be in-state with my financial aid and stuff. All my loans and stuff, you know."
"Yeah, well if you want to go out of state you should look into it because it's actually a lot easier than you might think. Almost everything just falls together."
"Yeah, that's how everything seems to be when you really get to it, isn't it?"
You took me hostage and made your demands, I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers.
We parted ways after brief goodbyes and I thought about what had happened as I smiled to myself. Just talking to him made me happy. He has his flaws though, as everyone does. You take only the minimum of classes so that you can enjoy your classes and get more from them. You're paying for the knowledge, not the degree, you tell me. You receive a C+ in one of your four classes, and then you decide not to care a few weeks later? You want to travel and learn and live a life like Siddhartha, yet you want to 'stay close to home'? You want to be an intellectual, but you spend your free-time in an altered state of reality?
I had been thinking that I could fix something that I had broken, and the more I thought about it the more I felt it was the right thing to do. 'I could love him, even if I couldn't fall in love with him' I told myself. Then I saw you, and I realized how wrong I was. I talk to you and it makes me smile. I seek your approval. I know what's wrong about you, but I can easily overlook it because of the lust and infatuation I feel when around you. I like him, but not the way I like you.
Man, I love that grin you have. It's that quirky-side-of-the-mouth grin that I used to see on someone else.
I don't blame you for walking away.
"You did better than me" he said as I took off my headphones.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, I got an 83 or something like that. I don't know, those quizzes really fucked me over."
"Yeah, the quizzes really brought my grade down too. I didn't do as well as I wanted to."
"I got a C+ in the class. I was mad, but I just don't care anymore."
I've got some bad ideas, involving you and me.
He told me how he couldn't wait to get out of this town. 'I'll be here next year, but after that...' he wants to move away to another place, he isn't sure where. I couldn't believe I was getting the chance to talk to him again, I couldn't believe it wasn't a completely superficial conversation, I couldn't believe I was getting a chance to tell the one person that had affected my outlook and perception towards Chicago the most about my plans, I couldn't believe I was getting the chance to impress him one more time.
This could be love, love for fire.
"Yeah, I'm planning on moving come fall."
"Oh, really? Where to?" His interest peaked. It had been awhile since I had seen that expression on his face, and I used to see it every time he looked at me.
"Chicago."
"Oh, Chi-Town. That's cool. What are you going to do down there?"
"Go to a community college, get an apartment, absorb some culture."
"Wow, yeah that sounds really cool. I wish I could do something like that, but I want to be closer to home. Well, I need to be in-state with my financial aid and stuff. All my loans and stuff, you know."
"Yeah, well if you want to go out of state you should look into it because it's actually a lot easier than you might think. Almost everything just falls together."
"Yeah, that's how everything seems to be when you really get to it, isn't it?"
You took me hostage and made your demands, I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers.
We parted ways after brief goodbyes and I thought about what had happened as I smiled to myself. Just talking to him made me happy. He has his flaws though, as everyone does. You take only the minimum of classes so that you can enjoy your classes and get more from them. You're paying for the knowledge, not the degree, you tell me. You receive a C+ in one of your four classes, and then you decide not to care a few weeks later? You want to travel and learn and live a life like Siddhartha, yet you want to 'stay close to home'? You want to be an intellectual, but you spend your free-time in an altered state of reality?
I had been thinking that I could fix something that I had broken, and the more I thought about it the more I felt it was the right thing to do. 'I could love him, even if I couldn't fall in love with him' I told myself. Then I saw you, and I realized how wrong I was. I talk to you and it makes me smile. I seek your approval. I know what's wrong about you, but I can easily overlook it because of the lust and infatuation I feel when around you. I like him, but not the way I like you.
Man, I love that grin you have. It's that quirky-side-of-the-mouth grin that I used to see on someone else.