i wrote a poem about you in english.
they read it outloud, i couldn't read it.
it's a little depressing.

it's been so long, but WHY can i not get over you.
You pretty much don't talk to me ever anymore,
yet i still try to talk to you, it's obvious you dont want to talk though.
but for some weird reason, I still think, that eventually you actually might want to talk to me, i dont know anymore.
all i can do is hope?

you never catch the bus anymore, EVER.
apparently the 7 is cooler than us.

What ever happened to us being 'Best Friends'?
well i guess not,

but you seem to be having fun,
so ill just sh, but only I will be able to tell how i feel.