I love a boy who doesn't love me back

I have a friend
Who I never talk to anymore

I went to sleep dreaming
he would see me the way I see him

I never respond to my
Friends messages

It started with wanting to know his name

Wanted to be his friend

I wanted him to talk to me
and ask me things
I would only tell him

My friend
she waits for me
I have forgotten
She was my everything

Before him
before a rose

I feel like a pressed flower
inside a book

One he'll forget about