Our friendship ended in poems,
as so many things do.
The pain, the loneliness...
it all came through.
You and me loved each other once,
but no longer.
Absence will not make the heart
grow fonder.
You made me cry,
so this is goodbye.
I figured out a lot of the poems I was writing felt lonely and betrayed, and it caused me to re-evaluate a friendship. It turns out that it was no longer healthy, and I have pulled back. I'm honestly just sad I didn't distance myself sooner. Could have saved myself a lot of heartache.
