Maybe,

Maybe,
there's a reason why you forgot about me.
Maybe,
it was the way I was never okay.
Perhaps,
how my thoughts were usually jumbled or,
other people interested you or,
you interested other people,
and you didn't know what to do.
Maybe,
it could be how I cared too much,
and maybe I still care too much.
Maybe,
you are just the one who easily changes,
easily open up your heart to others,
easily touched when people cared about you.
Maybe,
you never know how I felt,
how lonely I felt,
how heartache I felt,
how a little piece of me dying,
but I choose to keep it in my heart,
and I choose to keep my mouth shut,
and I smile, my eyes wet.