jk jk jk just kidding just kidding just kidding. (SNL anyone?)

I want to know everything you think of me. 

Do you ever think anything good? Do you only think of bad? 

or

Do you look at me and think nothing?

I don't know how that would be possible, but it may be.

What were you thinking that day, that week, that month?

Do you ever miss me? 

Ever?

Am I a bad memory or a good one?

Am I a memory at all? Do you ever think of me?

What about when you see me-- which I know you do, what do you think then?

When you glance at me, does a memory ever come to mind?

I just want to know. 

I find myself stuck. I can't ask you these questions, because deep down, I don't want to hear the answers.

I don't want to hear it-- good or bad. 

I can't hear it. 

Yet, I wonder. 

Day after day, I sit and wonder.

Who is the boy sitting across from me?

How were we best friends and now we are nothing?

It's strange to me that you know more than everything about me, yet you can't say two words to me. 

Oh wait, you can-- excuse me.

We went from talking about everything to excuse me?

That forces me to contemplate what could possibly be going on inside your brain.

All these thoughts control my mind for about

4.6 seconds.

And I am back to myself again.