Easy; The Story Of Our Encounters Poem by Daisy Quinn

It was a weekend morning in April.
The first time talking since we were little kids.
You used to pester me on the school bus.
I was a young fourth grader.
You were in seventh.
You'd ask if I was hiding condoms, birth-control?
In my pink and grey backpack.
You made it easy for me to fall for you, then.
Our brothers were good friends.
I remember always hearing stories.
You stopped riding.
I hadn't talked to or seen you since then.
Your best friends dad opened a restaraunt.
I was in seventh grade by now.
I walked in the door with my dad.
I knew instantly who you were.
You took our order.
It was easy for me to feel embarassed.
I drove by your house all the time and every summer.
Never did it occur, that you lived there.
I always new, but didn't care.
Now I was in ninth grade and you were a senior.
I had a crush on one of your friends.
I prank texted and called him that night.
He gave you the fake number and you texted it.
I started prank texting you instead.
I pulled up in my friends car with them,
We were talking about you and you turned around.
A month later you ended up texting me instaed.
A smiley face, probably drunk or high.
We texted for weeks straight.
Sober, high, whatever.
You blew me off to video chat.
You thought it was funny.
But it only made me sad.
You blew me off for me to come over.
You told me you liked me.
That makes no sense.
It was easy for me to like you back.
You called me 'neighbor' and offered me rides.
you stole my guilty conscience in a blink of an eye.
I watched you graduate and I knew it was over.
To a good 9 years of being neighhbors.
I told myself to kiss it all goodbye.
That day You drove by and yelled 'hhheeeyyy, swimmin! '
I guess you thought it was funny you did that.
You texted me every Friday or Saturday.
From June - July you always asked to hangout.
You asked for pictures.
It wasn't fair so I blew you off to hangout.
Eventually, I realized it was always Friday.
Late nights that you texted me.
I figured it was either your friends or you, drunk.
I stopped answering you.
And when I texted you, you never answered.
I try to forget about you, now..
I knew this would happen.
You're in college.
When you come back and stay, you dont try to hang.
I guess our friendship is over.
It's not easy getting through the pain.
We'll have more encounters.
But It won't be easy to talk to you the same.