I picked you for trust,
Not just for show.
Thought maybe youâd care,
But now I donât know.
One session inâ
Thatâs all it took?
To vanish so fast
Without a second look?
You followed your friend,
Not your own spark.
Now Iâm here running things
Alone in the dark.
âBusy,â you sayâ
But Iâm not blind.
Feels more like
Youâve made up your mind.
Suggestions? I gave.
Patience? I tried.
Now Iâm just drained,
Of hope and of pride.
You joined for what?
A passing thrill?
While I stayed loving
Every spill.
So thanks for the silence,
And wasting my time.
This was supposed to be sweetâ
Now it just tastes like lime.
I like You, but I Hate You.
Especially Your Friend.
(About a school club that I have to run *not by choice*)