I highly doubt you ever think,

Of that girl you met in October,

Who was on your couch with six of her friends,

Who you kissed when the night was over.

I got your number, I wanted to text you,

But I waited until the next day,

It took me and four of my sorority sisters,

To think of something interesting to say.

We soon became friends, so close, so fast,

I told you everything that was on my mind,

I looked up to your ambition and wit,

And saw a man so smart and so kind.

You asked me to study and I was over the moon,

You were the most attractive that I’d ever seen,

Writing your paper in your sweater and vest,

I could hardly keep my eyes on my screen.

We could talk about everything, anything too,

From school to dreams to friends,

I would stay up at night just to talk to you,

Never wanting the conversation to end.

Soon the friendship began to fade,

My messages left always on read,

It took me weeks of nights of tears,

To wonder what it was I might have said.

When you did ask me over, we danced and we kissed,

With the music up and the lights down low,

But I always left with a head full of questions,

And not even a courtesy ride home.

“That’s it, I’m done”, I proclaimed to my friends,

“I’m never going over there again”,

But as soon as your name lit up on my screen,

I would instantly reply, “Be there in 10”

My friends all told me you were a waste of my time,

Just a name and a bad reputation,

But you passing my seat in the library halls,

Could make me lose all concentration.

One time I saw you while I was eating dinner,

As I was telling a story and laughing out loud,

You caught my eye as I was waving my arms,

I was so embarrassed I could crawl underground.

I see you in passing, in the library, in Dukes,

I always want to run up and say hi,

But I know that it won’t mean a thing to you,

So I end up just quietly walking by.

So many messages I’ve typed out to you,

But I never had the guts to press send,

It’s finally sinking in that I was your girl of the month,

And November has come to an end.

I met a new guy who I spend most my time with,

A gentleman with intentions so true,

But I can’t give all my attention to him,

Because my mind remains focused on you.

It’s been almost two months since a text or a call,

For losing hope I think that it’s time,

I know that I never once cross your mind,

I just wish that you’d stop crossing mine.