Your White Pickup

Two weeks after I gave up

You drove past my work

Just to stare at me through the windows

On your way home

I was only 15, you were 18

What were you thinking?

You used to make me want to sing love songs

But now I see that I was just naive

I don't care if I'm being petty

After all of the crap you did to me

Every time I see a white ram hemi

I get a bad gut feeling

That you miss me

And maybe it's because I miss you

Despite all of the stuff you do

I'm trying my best to move on, especially because what we had was wrong

You tricked me into believing that everything was going to be OK

You said you were worried about my age, but pursued anyways

How old was I when we met?

Oh, right, 14

And how old were you? (17!!!)

At least you asked my age, but you didn't have to stare at my chest or my butt as I walked away

That's unprofessional and probably illegal

But you didn't care

And I loved you anyways

Every time I see a white ram hemi

I get a bad gut feeling

That you miss me

And maybe it's because I miss you

Despite all of the stuff you do

I look for you on the streets, but I have no clue what I want to do to you

Do I want to punch you or make you mine?

In actuality, you should be serving time

But i encouraged it

I finally felt loved and reciprocated

You tricked me

And now, I search for your white ram hemi

Every time I drive

Because I miss you, even though when I see a truck like yours I want to cry and hide