I hate that I don't know why I want to talk to you,
I don't even want you back,
not even as a friend.
We were once flying colors, never seen by the naked eye,
but over time you changed.
You changed into something I never dreamed you'd become.
Nowadays, I wonder if you regret not satisfying me.
Does that haunt you, at least a little bit?
Do you even care about me?
Did you ever, really?
You are just an eclipse in my mind now.
Nothing but a shadow in the sky.
Looming over me ever presently,
I wonder if you'll ever move on.