eccedentesiast (poetry)

pity

a thought that often
occupies my mind
is that if we drifted apart
or you just stopped liking me.
because, rationally speaking,
that'd be like flipping a switch.
because we were best friends
and we're always so happy together,
but maybe you pretended.
maybe you faked it because
you felt bad for me.
maybe that's what everyone did.
maybe everyone just spoke to me
out of pure pity.
and maybe that's why we stopped talking.

september 12, 2019
9:49 p.m.
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who did i even write this ab??¿