I was in that group chat yesterday And I saw that you read her poem, But do you still read mine? Do they **** you off more? Do they make you wish you were still with me Do they make you think about how big a deal it was to me That someone who I wanted to be with wanted to be with me? Or does it make you think that I just wanted to know what it was like to be loved?
I don’t know why you chose me But my guess is, I was just another person Another time marker Another notch on the bedpost
I’m sorry for the lie I told you That it was fine you started dating But you have to realize how weird it is How much it hurt The proposal more than the aftermath It was my ex best friend, Someone who told me all the reasons not to be with you Then said I told you so when you broke up with me, Who took your hand next I told you not to contact me I even deleted your number I even blocked you both online But regardless I find myself wondering why What was I to you?
I find myself wondering What are you thinking right now?
I still don’t want to talk to you, because I’m afraid to. I want to though. I want to hear your voice. I want to say things to you. But I need to see you to say them... I wonder sometimes, did you delete me?