I am not a fan of the unknown, Not knowing when I am going to see you next. It spins my head in circles, Makes me feel nauseous. I wish that things would cool down, That I knew I would see you during the school year, I turn my head from side to side in public, Hoping that I might run into you, Happen to be at the same place, At the same time. Our unknown leaves a faint hum, I can faintly hear it, 24/7 it is going in the back of my mind, Making me think of you. I do not like the unknown, It makes a fan of me…