For the we that was

This is for us.

For the three a.m. fights about

Nothing that mattered

And everything that did.

For the hash browns made out of tater tots

Because you refused to eat tots for breakfast.

For the kiss we tried to have in the rain

When it turned to hail

So we took cover in your car and

Listened to it pound against the roof.

For the conversations at the dinner table

With my parents

About Smashing Pumpkins and Depeche Mode.

For the CD you made me

That I didn't like 

That made me try to educate you musically.

This is for the time I made you watch The Notebook

And, in return, you made me watch I Am Legend.

This is for the tears you wiped from my face

Those days I didn't have a reason for crying

And also the days that I did.
For when you named the constellations for us,
The constellations that didn't notice our existence,
Much less our names for them.
You thought they'd see us.
They didn't.

This is for our love.

Premature.

Short-lived.

A "high school romance" that lasted

For 3 months and 8 days.

You counted them.

You were the optimist.

I didn't think we'd last.

You tried to prove me wrong.

In the end you proved me right.

She said it was my fault.

"You didn't love him enough." She said.

She was probably right. 

"That's why he came to me." She said.

She was probably right.

"You were the one who kept telling him it wasn't going to last." She said.

She was probably right.

I said I loved you.

I still love you.

In the end, we didn't last.

I'm sorry, but

I was right.

i was right.


--Alis