|seventy five|

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i am on the sideline,
watching them all express affection for each other,
watching them smile and create long paragraphs just saying how much they adore each other.
and i was their friend longer than they have been.
and i was their pillar longer and stronger than they have been.
yet i wasn't mentioned at all.
yet i didn't get a notification that they've tagged me in their stories.
yet all i am now is a fog they've driven through and never looked back.

and now that im gone, it'll take me another five years to make someone care.
it will take another five years and few weeks for that someone to forget about me again.
it wont ever alter. it'll always stay the same.
i don't know why I never learn my lesson.

and that is to remember that i am just not capable of being cared for.

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