Oh the things I would do to forget you.

You tore out my heart, and left it to bleed on the floor. It's always going to be like this, isn't it? She is popular, prettier than any 16 year old should be and can twist a situation toil she gets what she desires. I am average, socially inept and drowning in my own problems.

It seems that whenever I want you, you will always want her, and whenever I am FINALLY happy, and know where and what I want to do with my life, you come bumbling in with your charming stupidity, your cute little grin and your awkward self. Because that's all you ever are. You sometimes try to be different, try to change and be the big popular man that is expected from the star quarterback. But we know each other better than we should, and you know that I can see through the cracks in your façade.

Of course, it's not just your fault in this matter. I am the one who blindly comes back to you, no matter how badly you have wronged. I wish I knew a way to ignore you, to say no when you need help with your solos, and focus on me. It was going to be my year, and now we are back, the same way as last year. Trying to pretend we are perfect for each other, trying to pretend we are soul mates. You and I know that it isn't true, and sooner or later it will all tumble down.

But we both know we are going to pick up the pieces of our broken hearts, which have been repeatedly run over by this year's rollercoaster ride. We will stitch them together once again, and try to pretend we are whole again, that our hearts fit together like a million piece puzzle. But in reality, the stitching is as frail as a single strand of a spider's web.

I would go to the moon and back to forget you, but the moon is a little out of my reach.