I love how you
communicate
... the way you
treat others
they way you
would like
to be treated.
I love being
left on "read"
and how you
"care" to know
how I am.
It's nice to be your
"friend"
whenever you
need me, and
how plans are
never made.
I love how you
knew
how broken
I really am,
and you pranced
on in
just to turn
your back.
I am writing this about a boy who came into my life to try to help and did more damage than good.