Hey 

Used to talk to you

But now we don’t speak

When I look at you

I wonder if you sneak peeks

Seems like I like you

More than you like me

It’s ironic 

Because that’s not how it used to be

I have bigger things to worry about

Things that don’t involve feelings

I have class and tests and college and birthdays and friends and TV

But I find myself wondering over and over why you’re not looking at me

Wish I could read minds

It’d be easier to see

If my memory left a hole

Or there’s if nothing left that reminds you of me

Maybe I was played

Maybe you don’t feel the same

Maybe you’ve moved on

Has it been that long?