Sometimes I play music while I write poetry. I choose the song that brings the mood I want. Some songs to help me come up with some insane metaphors or somethin.
The song I'm playing right now though doesn't help inspire me at all.
Yet I play it over and over again. Listening more carefully and intently every time I rewind the part with the accordion. Or the part with the saxophone.
Why?
For the same reason that despite you going to a different school walking through that one last night reminded me nothing of you.
For the same reason that just walking outside and glancing at the mountains doesn't remind me of that all nighter.
For the same reason I don't watch that instagram video over and over again.
For the same reason that I can finally get through that damn box without crying.
Because the star Rutheford doesn't remind me of you.
Because despite of the last time I went, I still can go to taco bell without feeling my heart sink.
Because I was so fixated on your shoulders that I ignored the part where your heart gave up.
Because I don't miss you. I don't miss the insane fights we had. Or the passionate make up make outs.
Or the way you looked at me like I was a piece of gold surrounded by dirt.
Or that night that we blasted 80's music and drove into the sunset.
Or that time when I was a better tuber than you.
I don't miss any of it.