Dreamer Rants and Such

you didn't mean it

i walk down the halls

books pressed against my chest

did you really mean it

when you said i was the best?

i've been thinking a lot

and lately things haven't been that great

it's almost as if i've been shot

my blood running out.

did you really mean it

when you said you'd never leave?

are you really my friend?

or do you pity me instead?

because lately you've got not messages to send.

i really don't feel great.

did you really mean it

when you said i made you happy?

i think we're falling out

we've not been talking much.

and it makes my heart shout,

it's hard without you.

did you really mean it

when you said you never wanted to see my face?

i saw you today.

you were with them.

i avoided eye contact,

and nervously played with my shirt's hem.

i don't think you meant it

when you said i was your best friend.

it really sucks.

i thought we had something,

but you felt nothing.

so much for me being happy.

i think you meant it

when you said 'i hate you'.

i saw you in the halls

but this time you approached me

and you sneeringly said,

"i don't see you, it's your scars i see.

they're tattooed on your skin,

telling everyone you want attention,

and let me tell you, this battle,

you won't win."

you didn't mean it

when you said i matter to you

but it's okay, i expected it.

and i love you, too.

this was just a quick poem about a friend, and in case you're reading this,

i love you, i could never hate you like you hate me.