Attention, affection, opportunistic infection

I`m starting to hate you

You couldn`t just leave things well enough alone, could you?
I would have been fine with just the sex.
That unlucky 13th made lucky by us, even though technically it was past 12 already anyways.

I could have remembered it once in awhile, gave a little giggle, and been on my merry way.
I`d pass you in the halls and think about what you looked like naked.
You`d have been fleeting but memorable.

You`re nothing but memorable in a bad way now.
The way you actually called me the next day, twice.
The way it felt when you put your hand over mine.
The way you hugged my feet in your sleep.

We are like strangers in the hall.
All of a sudden I guess I`m not worth your time anymore.
I know you still look for me in the lunch room, I`m too embarassed to look back.
Tell me how I`m supposed to feel.

You won`t let me go either
You still have some things of mine.
Tangible and not, like my attention, affection, opportunistic infection
Just kidding, but not, I really want you and my bike back.

I want to remember how it feels when you say my name in that hopeful way
When your green/orange/brown fiery eyes look right into mine
That spicy Italian smell you smell like that makes me want to just bury myself beneath your clothes.

I could care less what my friends ever said.
They`re all ugly bitches anyways.
You felt real to me and that`s all that really matters.