Stoage in pocket.
Baggy in hand.
Rusty old lighter.
Covered in sand.

I know you don't care,
so I must ask this.
Let's restart?
Because it's you i miss.

We have grown,
Further apart.
Seeing you not care,
is breaking my heart.

I hate caring so much,
when you could care less.
According to you,
I'm just a big mess.

I really don't know,
what else to say.
Do you really not care,
that we fight this way?

I truly thought,
that you were my friend.
With this in mind,
should our friendship just end??
♠ ♠ ♠
Just let me know what you think.