I wonder about you
sometimes.
Somedays
you act like
my best friend-
though I already have one.
But you were one of mine,
growing up.
I guess you still could be.
Other days
you act like
you are disgusted
to be within
1119 feet of me.
Some days
you'll be nice as can be.
Other days,
you'll anger me to the point
of frustration.
You call me A ****
your argument is because I'm a poophead
but it takes one to know one
and you're okay with that.
I catch the way your eyes linger on mine.
I see in pictures
that have been taken by a friend
the way you stare at me
when I'm not looking.
You tell me things
but
I can see in your face
that you don't actually mean them
in the way you say.
I wonder about you
sometimes.