Poems.

Ex-best friend.

I don't think you know that you're not my best friend anymore.
You don't act how you used to.
I get that people change and everything, but you're constantly trying to fight with me.
About anything.
The other day you had a "theory" about why it didn't work out with a guy that I was going to date in December.
It's March.
I've moved on.
Even through all of his lies and deceiving
I've learned, I've grown as a person and now I know that what he wanted wasn't what I wanted as well.
I've dropped the topic.
You should have too.
And today you flipped because I told you something was due tomorrow at school.
I'm in a good mood until I see you.
You're toxic.
You still don't know that you're my ex-best friend.