I still check your wall

Just to peep over the one between us

Your pics are bricks that torment me.

Picking one from the barrier,

I hurl it back at my own body,

which welcomes the burn,

Aching with the pleasure that comes with knowing

What are you up to?

Who is that girl next to you?

Your cousin? You have the same... ears, I guess?

Your sister's date? That is kind of a lesbian dress..

Hmm, eighty-three likes... pssh

BIG DEAL

Becoming dimples,

Crystalline eyes,

Your face is the same,

just without the extra weight aquired by spending hours stranded on the sofa, watching The Notebook on repeat and filling the empty hole inside of you with artificial love in the form of mini-marshmallows (they have natural flavoring too)

Not that I hoped that that'd all happen to you.

I still check your wall,

because that emo, pain loving part of me wants to remember our escapades etched in the back of my mind

(that ended sooner than escapades should)

But, then I realize that you don't wear that same jacket

I realize how much your status has updated

and that now, your familiar features

are ones I don't even recognize

The bricks have towered too high

It's not your wall I'm checking at all