i’ve been through this before. maybe it’s me?
it probably is.
it hurts so much. i don’t know why you and i can’t be those kind of friends that don’t have to speak all the time to always bounce and ricochet back to who we are. together.
i don’t know if i would have preferred it if we ended with such fiery toxicity and poisonous bitching behind each other’s back.
that way or the way it’s occurring right now - we’re losing it.
you know it and i know it.
admittedly maybe i’ve always needed a lot more social battery hanging out with you.
but you’re still my best friend. of course you are!
but then i see you slowly drifting from me.
we don’t talk (that’s on me)
you didn’t know i went on holiday,
i didn’t know you got a new job.
you’re removing me from your spotify playlists, and your facebook, and probably your instagram -
severing the superficial validation that me being flaunted as your best-friend was.
i hate her
or maybe that’s too strong of a word.
slowly now, you’re replacing me.
can you tell i’m white-hot with jealousy? it’s so unattractive.
i wanted to tell you so bad. you didn’t even care though.
she’s filling that blank in your best-friend vacancy that i dug myself under,
i’m sorry.
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