isn't is weird
walking past someone
as if you're strangers,
when in reality
you used to know them better
than anyone else
even themselves.
awkward eye-contact
rushed passing-bys
ducked heads,
you try not to think
about those nights we spent
talking about the universe
until 2 am,
and about all the things
we confide in each other.
the scar on my elbow I got in seventh grade,
and the first and only time
you ever tried tobacco.
I was the only person
you knew that as a junior in high school,
you still hadn't kissed a girl.
we had talked about the future
remember, we planned on living together?
but then you got your first serious girlfriend
and the last two years were forgotten
even though you promised,
you fucking promised,
she wouldn't come between us.
she kissed you with poison lips
and a toxic tongue
that told you lies.
you told her you loved her,
and at 4 am
when I quietly tapped out
'I love you'
you told me,
'things change'.
and that's when the tears started
and they haven't quite stopped yet.
she whispered commands
closely to your ear
making you forget about me.
empty promises
for empty people.
and now, isn't it weird
that we pass by each other
and all you feel is awkward
and all I feel is anger.
-Isn't it weird(a•m)
FOR ANY GIRL OR GUY THATS HAD A BEST FRIENDS SIGNIFICANT OTHER TELL YOU YOU'RE A THREAT. FUCK THEM.
