You called me;
immature
ugly
a bad friend
and a depressive.
(To my face
without thinking
about my emotions.)
I called you;
fun
grown-up
beautiful
a good friend
and happy.
(You took my words
for granted.)
Now it's been s i x m o n t h s
since you said
our friendship was
f
a
l
l
apart.
And I've lost count
of the times
you've come up to me in tears.
And I've lost patience
of being your friend
only when you need me.
And I've lost faith
in you.
So, this is me.
Taking a stand.
Just like you did 6 months ago.
Leave me alone.
YOU ARE READING
My Lies
PoesíaThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly
