my stomach is in knots
and i feel so sick thinking about you
holding anyone that isn’t me
and i don’t understand why you thought it’d be a good idea
to tell me that you’re falling asleep at night
with another girl in your bed,
even if you’re not kissing her goodnight,
i tried to drown out my sobs all day with
modern vampires of the city on vinyl,
but it still feels like someone
sunk fangs in my lungs

it’s only been a week, the cuts from your nails
from holding my heart so tight
are still fresh
and i never asked you to stop,
i never told you i wanted to try
to be more than friends again,
i never tried to paint your hands red,
but all you could seem to do is defend
yourself and repeat that you’ve done nothing wrong
“you said we’re just friends
you said we’re just friends
you said we’re just friends”

and we are just friends
i just wanted you to understand and acknowledge
that it still hurts

and you can say you’re sorry, you said sorry,
but i’m sure she’s tucked in beneath your sheets right now
and you’re still repeating in your head
i’ve done nothing wrong
i’ve done nothing wrong
i’ve done nothing wrong
we’re just friends
we’re just friends
we’re just friends

and i’m glad you’re comfortable,
i’m glad you know you’ve done nothing wrong,
i’m glad you have someone to hold at night,
i’m glad thoughts of me don’t rip your heart out,
i’m glad you’re okay with being just friends

i’m glad you’re fine,

but, i’m sorry,
i’m not.

you don't know
how this one-sided love feels
knowing that we'll only ever be
best friends
and that you're unintentionally
hurting me
murdering me
and eradicating me from within
and those candid words
from your mind
and onto my screen
and into my heart
they hurt
and those compliments
were they merely said
to be amicable?
to keep me
entranced by you?
to make me love you
even more than i already do?

i don't understand you
and why you tell me
that i'm your world
and then you ignore me
and suddenly need me
and i especially
abhor the fact
that what we had
isn't the same as before
and will never ever
be the same again
and i miss you
i miss our non-stop conversations
i miss the time we spent together
i miss your presence
and your voice
and your messages  
and the face you make
when you're trying so hard
not to laugh
it's adorable
but most importantly
i miss us

but i hate you
so much
for making me believe
that you loved me as well
but now it's clear
because now
all our conversations
are about someone
and sadly
that someone isn't me

but in the end
i'm happy
and euphoric
because you are

it still hurts
but i'm so,
so very happy