Cringe Poetry

Blocked

it was a friend of several years
seen him laugh; seen his tears
let him walk all over me
until one thursday you see

he messaged me my number creepy
yet the one that needs to chill is me
"i was messing with you calm down"
if anxiety is funny i'm your damn clown

i told him to stop snooping
"it's always like this is the thing
you're mad what did i do"
problem is i could ever be mad at you

you distanced yourself I let you be
quit pinning everything on me
i typed shakily trying to calm his fit "okay, I quit"

remember; I didn't give up on you
"trying is hard with people like you"
in an anxious haze
i blocked him we haven't spoke in days

i don't regret it
the friendship nor ending it.
it still hurt during and in the end
it shouldn't be hard to be a friend

if you feel manipulated
emotionally abused dry and dead
it's not your fault but choose
if it'll heal or if it'll bruise