By Logan Lewis
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I still see you around every once in a while, but you sold out and became boring. After the infamous Lemonheads CD incident, I think you need to go: for good this time.
I met the world when you dropped me on my head. I thought I fell in love…then I fell on my face.
Every little thing you do is magic, or so I thought. I had the perfect plan: I’d come out of the Darkroom with my guitar and a proposal to Prom. Someone betrayed me and you found out. Through a messenger, I was told to not bother asking you to prom because “I’d be embarrassing me and yourself.” Wise words from someone who can speak their mind face to face.
Similar words made people throw themselves off bridges and in front of trains: it almost made me lose... I sat on my couch thinking about you 2 times: the first was about how I wanted to tell you every little thing I liked about you. The second was about the words you weren’t willing to say to my face and the memories never to be made.
The guy you picked over me made you change: there was no turning back.
You went from nerdy and shy to condescending and cruel and I hated it and I don’t hate anything. This is when you started to use my rejection as a weapon against me. It almost got the best of me on March 20th, 2020. Thank God for Jakob.
When he broke up with you later that July, it made me happy: knowing you plastered his face all over the yearbook that school year. I wasn’t fond of high school and you were a big part of it, but I can always be happy knowing when I look in the 2019-2020 yearbook, at pages about studying during quarantine and traveling the world, with “picture by” you next them.
You had the audacity to ask me for advice and all I could say was, “Don’t cross the river if you can't swim the tide.”
It’s not my fault you had a bad day at work: we prearranged this. You didn't have to yell at me over a CD I talked about loaning you 2 weeks beforehand. I said goodbye once, but you crept your way back into my life, and now I think this time I need to leave you forever.
I still haven’t got my CD back, but I don’t care: just keep it.
Some friend you were
About the Author
Logan Lewis is a student at Illinois Central College and has always considered English to be his favorite subject. After ICC, he is planning on transferring to Illinois State University to get a Creative Writing degree. Recently, he has been adding a blend of confessional, humorous, nostalgic and self-reflective themes in his writing. He wants to spend his life writing, being silly, playing the guitar, and writing songs, poems and stories. His heroes are God, his parents, Mister Rogers, Andy Warhol, and Kurt Cobain. You can usually find him at Guitar Center…or screaming songs by The Gin Blossoms in his car.