i don't think it's stalking, really,
especially since i completely don't care;
really, i'm happy now, i have all my ducks in a row
-school-job-exercise-boyfriend-family-all lined up
to my liking. it's not stalking, really,
but sometimes i still notice when your name comes up
(like that street we passed in ohio-stark white
emblazoned on green, lit brightly in the headlights)
or when i saw you that one time, at the party, with
that other girl. i wouldn't say it's stalking, really,
since i was with him, just as happy as you, but i
still felt a dull twisting in my spine (really, i have
no right to still feel this, i shouldn't still feel this,
but come on, you can't expect me to wish happiness
upon you, the happiness i know)
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