All that I have left
to say to you
is good riddance.
*******
******* ******* and one more
*******.

I had so much respect
for you that even when we
weren't "friends"
I gave you the chance for
closure,
to tell me how you feel
one last time,
so that you didn't have to
feel this weight until
the day you die.

But you didn't even respond
when I did the same thing.
Or tried to.
So I will have to live
with these unanswered questions
and botched memories
of the boy I used to know.

Because you are not him.
If all I am is **** on the bottom
of your boots,
then join the club
and
walk alone.