You say I'm irreplaceable.

Where else will you find
unconditional love
a nonjudgmental ear
and genuine selflessness?

You care when it's convenient.
I know a lot is going on in your life.
"The struggle is real," you tell me.
So much is going on in mine
yet I still bend over backwards.
For you.
For anyone who "needs" me to.
Sometimes you ask.
Sometimes you don't.
But I will always come when you need me to.

You can be selfish.
I'm angry.
But I can't be.
I am the one who can't stop myself from doing whatever I can to help you.
You are my dysfunctional, amazing, beautiful friend.

We're both not perfect.
I'm closed.
You're open.
I'm always hurting.
You're always dramatic.
I overgeneralize.
You're superstitious.

Apart or together, we stay close.
Sometimes I think the only thing that could tear us apart is me.
The balance of our friendship is off.
And I am about to fall.
I don't want to take you down with me.
I never, ever want to disappoint you, or hurt you.
But I can't stop the inevitable.
I've already disappointed myself.