don't be a stranger
that's what you wrote in my birthday card
that i had emotionally abused you enough
that you put up with more than enough from me
a master manipulator, my friends call you
the way you twist my words and thoughts
to make me run back to you every time
it was like living in a simulation
and as soon as i cracked the code
you cracked it
but i don't understand how
you wanted me to not be a stranger
while the strangeness of this situation
meant we were always strangers.
i'm sorry to have to say it
but if this is all our friendship was
then we were never friends
you can't even look at me anymore
and call me self-destructive all you want
tell me i'm playing the victim
maybe i am
i don't know anymore
this whole thing is so twisted
so convoluted
i don't know what's up or down anymore
i just know
that i don't want to know you
not like this
i hope we can be polite again someday
but we can't be friends again
because you can't be something again
if you weren't it in the first place.
YOU ARE READING
A THOUSAND AND ONE WORDS
Poetrydo pictures paint a thousand words? yes. do i write more than that?? YES. i apologise if you're the inspo for these (i am not sorry.)