how can you call us friends when your actions were of those of an enemy
you were more concerned about the smiles of approval from others and you failed to notice the tears running down my face
your indifference for me cut through like a knife
it so funny how apathy could almost be worst than hate
around others i was invisible to you
but in private you portrayed yourself as my biggest fan
i gave you so much love but you'd much rather accept the cordial interactions from another
for the celebration of my birth you couldn't even show up to represent apart of my life
and i wanted you there
but you didn't come
ten days later you celebrated your own day of birth
and you didn't have me there
you never wanted me there
the loss of our friendship started off as a sharp pain that eventually grew into a dull ache as time went on
there's a certain beauty in knowing that the universe removes people
who were maybe never meant to be there at all
YOU ARE READING
sincerely yours, angel.
Poetry*now available on Amazon* they call me angel; here to deliver the words of pain, memories of love and emotions i've observed from my time on earth. this is something to relate to this is my story and now it's yours too 🌞✨
