I guess I'm that friend
I've known for a while by the videos on my Tik Tok feed and by the way that I'm in my Pajamas by 6'Oclock on Friday nights
I try to ignore it, I try to block the signs out and say "no they do care about me"
"They care about me."
"Right?"
Then I get left on read for days and they give a lame-ass excuse like "sorry I read it then got distracted."
The meaning of this excuse?
"Sorry I forgot you existed until you sent me a text days later"
You had no idea the hurt that I felt when I opened our text messages and saw "read 4 days ago"
But I still take it, I hold onto it as if it's a lifeboat on the open seas and there's no ship in sight
I tell you that it's fine and we start a conversation staying on one topic only until it happens again
"Read 2 days ago"
I don't react to the hurt and anger that form instead I bury them in an unmarked grave and walk out of the graveyard of buried feelings.
Because you don't care how I feel
I don't exist to you unless you happen to remember that I'm there
But that doesn't matter as long as your happy
right?
-Eliseinez
YOU ARE READING
Me in all Honesty
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