tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

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why would you cry,
if I talk to someone else?
for when you do it,
I don't flinch a single step.

why would you give a fake, sad smile,
when sadness is evident in your eyes?
why would you hate me if I make friends,
when you encourage me to do so?

sometimes, I never understand you.
I'm doing what you wanted me to,
but now, your eyes are boring onto mine,
full of hate and jealousy so.

if you want to be my friend,
tell it to my face.
don't try to make lies,
nor effortless alibis.

if you really were my friend,
you'd understand me so.
but I just stop and think-
were you really my friend though?