memories of you | poetry

seven

the words left unspoken

as you walk away

hurt more than what

could have ever been said

and it burns

but it is the cold

and unfortunate truth

we were the best of friends

or at least i thought we were

you seemed to love me

and in return

i gave you my love

but the entire time

that i thought it was returned

it was really

just another case

of unrequited love

it doesn't really bother me

how you lied

how you betrayed me

how you ignored me

how you became hostile

or how i didn't notice

all the pretty little signs

what bothers me

is how you waited

you waited until i was out

when i was in another state

and held no threat

and then did it by text

that is what bothers me

at first the pain of it

was so much to bear

crying every night

but not able to tell anyone

because they would only be there

to simply make it worse

i would have received offers of 

"want me to talk to her?'