Sometimes I scroll through
The messages you
Sent and try to
Figure out
If you ever actually
Cared about
Me.
Because on some days
You'd say
I was the only one who
Understood how you
Were feeling and on others
It's like we
Don't even know one another
And after ghosting me
For a day or two
Now you're suddenly
Willing to do
Anything for (one of your) best
Friends.
I don't know how many
Times it seemed to be
That you would end
This torture but if I
Know anything about you
It's that time'll pass by
And neither of us are going to
Do
Anything because I keep foolishly
Hoping you'll change and you're
Too blind to see
Just how much you're hurting me.