Poems.

Pain.

You've been easing away from me for six months now.
We never talk.
Even if I try to initiate conversation, you never reply.
Neither of you do.
The three of us were best friends since we were just old enough to talk.
What did we do?
Maybe we were only meant to be close for this amount of time.
Maybe not.
I'm not sure, but what we have now isn't working.
At all.
When I tell you something, you shouldn't act like you don't care.
I told you that I love to write.
And showed you multiple pieces that I have written.
And after I gained all that courage, months of courage, both of your responses were something along the lines of "oh."
I remarked back that I care about what you love, why don't you care about anything that's important to me?
They are so blinded with one another that I'm not even a second choice.
I'm an eighth or ninth.
The way that they have treated me has been so disheartening.
The feeling that I have in my chest right now, is pain.