dear jonathan,
why did
you talk to me
today?
i thought
you were
avoiding me?
you looked
at me
and said
"can we be
friends again?"
i'd reply
with a cold
hard glare.
"no"
i simply said
and left
you hanging
there
just like
you did
to me.
you called out
to me
but i replied
with
one finger
that says it all.
"fuck you"
i spat at him.
"i just want
to be friends
again is that
so bad?"
he asked
me liked
he didn't do
anything.
"do you have
any idea
what you've
done to me?"
i asked.
"my friends-"
i cut him off
with a slap.
"get out of my life"
as i ran to the bathroom
full of tears.
cambria xx
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Quietus
Teen Fictionquietus [n.] :removal from activity; especially : death. all they found after my death was my journal. [lowercase intended]