thought I was gonna spend holidays with you, to be honest, but now I'm just an old friend
You called me an old friend
ow
I'm just an old friend now
One you fucked
One you kissed
One you said you loved
One you said you never leave
The same old friend that you still have blocked
Funny how I am just an old friend now
I'm too tired to be angry or even upset
Like its, there but not
It makes me wonder
Does your chest not ache
Anytime you think about me
I saw you today
You were at work
I didn't act like I saw you
I walked out shaking
I don't know why
Maybe because you could've followed me
Could Have talked to me
You didn't of course
Maybe I was shaking at seeing you
Seeing that you were doing great
That you didn't seem to miss me at all
Was I that awful
I feel like I was doing great yesterday
Without you
So maybe today was just one of your good days
I don't know honestly
I guess it's alright
If you are doing good that's all that matters
I wonder if you saw me
I saw you
You looked the same as always
Red faces
Neckbeard
Stupid work shirt
And the same square glasses
With acne
Maybe I looked the same too
Same round face
Tired look
Eyes watchful
I wouldn't know
Not like I could ask you even if I wanted
Mr. my old friend
Who still has me blocked
What you afraid I'll reach out As if
My pride is a bit too high for that now
YOU ARE READING
One year
PoetryA situastionship. Just two people with bad communication and the fall out the growth anxieties obsession's depressions all of it put into words to help heal and move on
