Maybe I don’t ask how you’re feeling/ since the question will spur memories that will stop your healing. Maybe I’m just a smidge aware that you’re hurt/ but just because I’m not showing you, don’t even attempt to make me feel like dirt. Maybe I’d like to know how you feel right now amidst everything/ but whenever you set dates to catch up, you somehow lack remembering. It’s been, what? Fives times now that you’ve wanted to hang out/ I guess my best friend’s time is dedicated to her boyfriend right now. Hey, you’re not with him? No big deal, my fault/ you’re with your family and that gives me no reason to assault. But between the two, you can’t find the time to squeeze me in/ somehow forgetting that I’m not as flexible as I have been. I’m not the girl who comes running faster than lighting just by the sound of her name/ but this does not make me the bad guy, and let me explain: we both have changed/ our times have been taken up, work, school, people and all/ so don’t dare try to slash me with words on the internet when you barely text or call. Check your phone, how many “missed” somethings from me are there? I probably try harder than you, but no… that would be unfair. If you really want to hurt me, you’re doing a swell job/ but I’m not some asshole who’s going to sit there and sob. It’s sad that I have to say all this, but you know that it is true/ and I’d love to fix all this, but “when” is up to you.