You said you needed money cause you had to go to Boston.
So I said, okay. "We’ll go to dinner, and then I’ll get you some money.”

Dinner was pasta, with light conversation, and a joke that made you throw your head back, revealing a mark on your neck that made my heart stop.

“That’s so embarrassing, I’ll have to put on a collared shirt” – and I smiled.

So while I was standing in line to get your money, I was listening to her giggle, and watching your fingers dance through her hair.

And I just wanted to let you know that I don’t appreciate it.

So I sat in my dorm for a few hours.
I thought about going home to hug my mom.
I wanted to smoke a cigarette
And do a shot
And kiss a stranger.
Anything to get over it.

So my roommates, they ordered Chinese food.
And my best friend, he brought me some beer.
We all sat on the floor and watched trash TV.
And I have to admit, slowly but surely, I began to feel better.

But I just wanted to let you know…

I still don’t appreciate it