I currently am going through a best friend break up I’ve known for years I guess but I always thought pole sometimes find there way back to each other and can remain friends durning this process of not talking for months.
Well I guess not, I guess I out grew you your still stuck in a rut and you didn’t pay attention. I said several times I was done. With half ass friends I didn’t even think it would be you. Pouring my cup running empty. I released you upon request now you still following me around all stressed?
Like I would waste my breath takin about you?
I’m hurt it’s true but 10 years didn’t mean that much to you? I was under the impression that not wanting to talk anymore meant we go back to strangers? But then you get all pissy and call me a child. Babe I took a page out of your. Ok and scribbled on it and took a look I was foreign back feeding the flame feeling like I had to explain my game. But the work I’ve been doing has brought me my peace & my closure I don’t need to explain myself to you or any body else.
I’ll admit I fling some dirt but I didn’t paint you to be anything. I didn’t say shit on your name. And that’s a fact you think the road your going down is rainbows and stilettos. I guess I should of picked up on the signs that we’re almost making me feel blind. I didn’t say shit and that true .
