Want is a strange thing
It can occupy all your thoughts.
It can make you feel loved.
It can tear your mind apart.

We were friends
but that was it right?
But yet something more
I can’t think of your
name with out hurting.
I don’t remember why
we stopped talking
it was so long ago.
I remember why
we started though.
A simple ‘do you like me’
although we were never a thing
but yet we do not speak now.
So what happened between us?
Do you remember ?
Is it wrong to ask you?

So thats how it is
everyone is more
important than me
I know your talking
to them, but yet you
don’t have time for me.
You wouldn’t know
them if you hadn’t
meet me first.
But no I’m the bad
friend for even thinking
these thoughts
when every friend
I get is stolen and
I am left alone.