different boy

i wish you did move to cupertino, california like you said you would last year, so i wouldn't have to see your ragged, black jansport backpack or your huge, nike, musty shoes walking down the hallway with your new stupid-ass friends. i wish you still had your braces you look unfamiliar now i don't like it. that and your stupid haircut. i wish you'd kept the one i picked for you. this one sucks. i wish you didn't go to my school, because when i opened up my yearbook today the first page i flipped to was the one with your picture God you look stupid- (fucking great as hell) and i don't like seeing you because i once knew a different boy. you're not the same kind boy anymore. and i don't really know what to do with that