When he posted that, did he think of palms clenched behind keyboards?
Or just of laughs and good times?
Of hearts full of jealousy and defeat?
Or only of that night?
Did I even occur to him once?
Of course not.
I can’t expect him to throw away that day for
Every
Last
Month
Of
His
Life
But it would be nice if he wouldn't forget.
It’s my fault he forgot, I know
I know I didn't let how I felt show
And I know I shouldn't shouldn't lie
But I wanted to be mature so I felt so inclined
Because he would never ever think of me like that
I don’t think
He doesn't care
I care enough for the both of us
I hope I never slip up and let it show
I hope he knows anyways
No I don’t
God help me