you're not
where you belong,
you're not
sitting at the table in
the middle of the library
where you do your
homework,
you're not
smiling at me as i
walk in,
you're not
listening to your
ipod in class,
you're not
staring blankly at
your algebra II
text book,
you're not
giving me your
cocky grin from
two tables away,
you're not
wearing a blak
t-shirt and loose
jeans,
you're not
anywhere near me,
you're not
telling me how
late you stayed up
learning new
guitar music
or how many hours
you spent dreaming
about me,
you're not
where you belong,
you're just
fucking gone.

a/n: I freaked out a little when he wasn't in class...