I listened, closed my mouth, and let you speak,
As you vented your contentions almost dementedly.
So much discontentment, oh, so much resentment;
You piled it onto me.
Color faded from my walls,
Monochromatic grey became my curtain call.
You continued to dispute how minute you meant to the world,
And despite all my refutes, you refused to be amused and remained bemused.
I tried everything to save you and simultaneously save me.
Spent many nights waking up crying, worrying if you were okay,
Numbness mixed with the grey.
Was I just an ear for you to use?
I was thankful when you left,
And yet, there are things I won't ever forget.
Is it so selfish to question this:
Did you ever think of me, through your continuous,
Suffocating,
Agonizing,
Paralyzing,
Scrutinizing,
Death-defying venting?
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 9:01 PM UTC
I listened, closed my mouth, and let you speak,
As you vented your contentions almost dementedly.
So much discontentment, oh, so much resentment;
You piled it onto me.
Color faded from my walls,
Monochromatic grey became my curtain call.
You continued to dispute how minute you meant to the world,
And despite all my refutes, you refused to be amused and remained bemused.
I tried everything to save you and simultaneously save me.
Spent many nights waking up crying, worrying if you were okay,
Numbness mixed with the grey.
Was I just an ear for you to use?
I was thankful when you left,
And yet, there are things I won't ever forget.
Is it so selfish to question this:
Did you ever think of me, through your continuous,
Suffocating,
Agonizing,
Paralyzing,
Scrutinizing,
Death-defying venting?
Consider this a part three to "My Former Friend" and "Not My Friend."
