Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning

Phone Calls and Choking

I say I've been crying so you call me up asking why.
You ask if it's because of you and I lie saying it's not, even though it partially is. Because all I see you is you running away if I say you are part of the reason. Because all you will here is 'you are...the reason.' And you'll stop replying to my messages, leaving me behind because everyone knows better than I do about what's 'best for me'.
It's hard to convey my thoughts when I can barely catch my breath between embarrassing sobs.
And the night ends with me thanking you and a you replying "that's what friends are for."
'Friends'.
I know I fucked up.