Only You

A girl I used to like

Just passed me on the train.

I don't like her anymore.

It's not how much make-up

Or how many eager boys

She smears across her face every day.

It's not that we never talked

Or that when she heard I liked her

She laughed.

It's not that it's been a year

Since I remembered her.

It's not the boy hanging off her arm

Or her self-deprecating clothes

Or the smell of tobacco.

I don't like anyone anymore.

Reviews

[deeps]

This is wonderful and dark
I like this.

[mope]

Woo! Go cynic go!
You've captured a state of mind well, and the little things that trigger it. Works for me.

[livspen]

Pretty dark, Sam. But very good. :) I shall call you soon