I still do,
Still get the urge
To text you,
Still get the urge to tell you
Whenever something happens
Still think of you every time
Someone hurts me
But then I remind myself
That not long before
These eyes of mine
Were puffed, flowing with tears
Because of what you did to me
Then I remind myself how you don't want me
How you probably never valued me
How you probably never even considered me a friend
How it took you no time to throw me out of your life
How you ended every possibility of a conversation
With an eight-line text & two sorrys lining it
And then my heart clenches
At the memory of all the words we exchanged
And my fingers automatically stop
Stop me from sending you that one 'hi' again
Wasn't that how it all started?
Strangers, then friends, and now
Strangers who know each other too much
At least you do,
I don't feel like I can say
That I ever knew you,
doesn't feel like that anymore.
