We now message, rarely because dreadful school, trying to keep you off my mind, but because of you, I'm failing, already. When we do talk, it'll only be for an hour or two, jus jokes. Then before I knew, I was falling for you, when you fell for her. What did she say to make you fall I wonder? If I said such things, would you be under my spell? I lay awake, past 3 a.m. thinking of the messages. What they could mean to you, what I know they mean to me. Then it hits me, if you cared, you would've fought, never would of let me let you go, off to end up hers. You were supposed to be mine,... That's what was once proclaimed. I knew there was no true answer to all the questions I planned on asking, so I stopped bothering. I'd silently curse your beautiful thoughts, wishing I could have amnesia, forget anything happened, but no. That cannot be.
