You ignored me.
Or so I thought.
But saying you don't get my messages
or emails
for years?
I hope you understand how that makes me think
you had started to dislike me.
We used to be best friends.
Though our combination seemed unlikely.
We were different, and people noticed.
And even now, we'll never be the same people we were then.
Do you remember our last conversation?
I was overjoyed
at our restart
of communication.
I poured my doubt into the trash
and dumped it out.
My screen door unlocked for once.
But you stopped talking again. For whatever reason.
And I found out quickly
that waste bins fill easily,
when there's so much going bad.
Blue butterflies and cupcakes.
How do you mix those?
I wish I knew
how this worked for years.
And I wish I knew
what made you throw me out.
Tiny frosting remnants remained
on your paper wings.
I could barely tell
And only in how
despite it all you reassured me
that no you weren't ignoring me,
you just weren't receiving my messages once more.
I don't know what to believe.
I don't know if your phone actually wasn't working properly during my attempts at contact
for three years of our lives.
I had finally accepted
the ignorance.
I delt with the pain for a really long time
And I've finally been better.
Why does dirt have to overturn so easily?
I can't believe this possible truth.
I hear your words through different mouths.
You had asked about me maybe?
At least,
I heard that you were trying to contact me.
I don't appreciate lies.
And I can't go through that again.
I hope you understand
why I stopped wanting to be your friend.
Why I can't be your friend
After you ditched me.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Puisi[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
