behind the screen

this happens too often:

attachment to that one friend;

a text—a hey—oh look,

i'm crying again.

you read it but you don't respond,

you play your games instead;

i read too much into an okay,

i should take what's said as said.

one day you're you,

all quick to reply,

the next you haunt the phone,

invisible to the eye.

we met up twice this week,

was that too much for you?

is that what all the fine's mean,

or do you miss me too?

I say I don't overthink things,

but i'm thinking of life after school;

maybe we could get a flat,

more that just an okay, cool.

ignore me—maybe I will,

bye bye—will I see you again?

no worries—do you really mean it;

are we really friends?