You were a friend.
A friend. Not an enemy.
A friend. Not Family. But close.
You switched, like a light.
On then off.
Not exactly on then off.
More like, friends to hatred.
You won't acknowledge me. After the affection I gave you.
The chances and relief I gave you.
The person I cared for. Who I lived to wake up and see.
Sometimes. Before she corrupted you.
You chose "popularity" over loyalty.
That shows a lot.
You chose "comfort" over a blanket and a pillow, maybe a king sized bed.
You turned sides. To the other.
You taught me family, over friends. You let her ruin what we had. You let her prioritize me to the 2nd when I would scratch your drug filled, mother abandoning back, with my lion claws.
You taught me, that I didn't matter.
You taught me I was the apostrophe to your word and she was the word before it.
You put me in the ground, and stepped on my grave. On my tombstone. On my flowers YOU gave me. You taught me, that life is a bitch.
