I still ******* care about you.
Trying to find an excuse to message you,
Even though I know you won’t reply.
My friends are getting sick of me
Crying over this,
I’m sick of it too to be honest.
I just don’t know what’s best,
Yknow?
Maybe we just can’t ever talk again,
There’s a part of me that wants to go back in time
And never message you that first time.
But I did.
And here we are.