There's no right way
To communicate,
Is what you told me.

I told you there's a plethora
Of wrong ways.

You told me
That you can't love someone
If you see their flaws,
Essentially that's what you said.

I explained that that's not what love is.

To this day I worry and care for you,
To this day I think about what I could have said
To make you stay.

But that's the thing,
Friends can break your heart too.

And ****,
Did you stomp all over mine,
Right?

The hypocrisy of it all,
I cover it with bitterness
And insults,
Because I can't understand,
I won't understand
The hypocrite you've become.

I refuse to acknowledge
That at one point
Maybe you did care
Maybe you were good.

I'm stubborn,
You know.
And horribly vindictive.