I think 'I need to stop writing about you',
And then fill the whole page with
My emotions, feelings so deep
That you evoked, the second I saw that text of yours
The second I saw that I could no longer send texts
Cuz I wasn't 'allowed to'
This is the second time you've hurt me
Stupid me!
Should've understood the first time
You said I'm the sweetest you've ever met
Then all I want to ask is why?
Why is it that after everything I told you,
You still did the one thing I was always the most afraid of
You left me, left with just an apology
And some beautiful memories of our friendship
That I have to cherish alone
Took you not even a day
To go back to your life
Like I never happened
Like my name never crossed you
Like our friendship was nothing
More than some informal surface level exchange
Maybe that is exactly what it was for you.
Maybe that is why this all is so easy for you.
Maybe this realization is exactly what makes it is so hard for me.
