i might forget it;

what you look like when you're looking at me, 

how you sound when you're making fun of me, 

the way you can crack your knuckles but can't whistle, 

and your birthday. 

i might forget your birthday

like i forgot hers -

your ex-girlfriend 's

who's another girls' ex-friend. 

and that's something you didn't want to tell me for some reason. 

yet, you still asked if i knew. 

but how would i know? 

i hadn't hung out with them in a while.

though they seemed friendly when i did. 

why aren't they friends? 

why did you not want to tell me? 

why did you ask if i had been kissed before? 

and laugh at the answer i gave you? 

why didn't you tell me to go with you 

when i was talking to someone who you knew didn't want to talk to me?