I’m not sure if we trusted each other,
You in your undeveloped bedroom and me in my misconstrued real world-
And I think this may be why we spoke over each other,
Besides the fact that we thought it was funny.
Now that I think about it, I am not sure where to place
the occasional loving glance and
Fleeting tender feeling .
Besides beneath layers and layers of deciding to not call you
and calling you all the time-
or below layers and layers of just thinking you are kind of cute and pretty funny
And that funny feeling when I thought you might think I’m pretty
Or that you are pretty over me.
And right when I wonder why you haven’t invested anything,
I wonder if you have,
maybe
And I wonder if I have.