Mind

We don't write each other poems anymore,
(Well, at least we don't send them anymore)
And we don't call over weekends,
Nor do we pretend like we've done in the past.
We've stopped lying about stupid things,
We don't walk each other to class,
Unless of course there's too much time,
And we don't hurt each other accidentally...
            ...or purposely.
You tell me of silly things, making me laugh,
But you hardly mention serious things.
At least you still speak to me.
At least we're still good friends.
    At least I hope we are.
Now I sit up in my room,
Remembering today and pondering,
Why do you only do that around me,
Why you keep pointing it out over and over,
Why you don't seem to mind I've rubbed off on you.