he's some frustrating trinket of
your past. like the trolls you used to
collect but now find repulsive
(but admit it, you loved them once).

you don't want him in your life.
you wish he was as easy to tuck away
under your bed as those trolls are.

eventually, he becomes hidden behind
the new boys you meet, the new
romances you enjoy.

but when she decides she wants him,
she takes him from right out under your nose.

and here you thought you didn't love[ need]
those trolls anymore.

AN: camp in ten days. that's what made me think of him again.