I picked you for trust,
Not just for show.
Thought maybe you’d care,
But now I don’t know.
One session in—
That’s all it took?
To vanish so fast
Without a second look?
You followed your friend,
Not your own spark.
Now I’m here running things
Alone in the dark.
“Busy,” you say—
But I’m not blind.
Feels more like
You’ve made up your mind.
Suggestions? I gave.
Patience? I tried.
Now I’m 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 sweet—
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*)