Letter from a bad friend.
I never talked you into
Doing things you don’t want to;
That’s not what makes me bad.
Just what little I agreed to sacrifice.
If you’ve known me years ago,
Chance is I’ve stopped talking
And seeing you by now.
I look past you on the bus.
But I never try to hide.
Seems like I just forget you.
You always wonder why.
You didn’t do anything;
I just went blind
To the memories some cherish
To me, it’s all just a lie
From yesterday that
You annoyingly cling to.
We could be a game like any others,
But I tried it without playing.
And yet I hoped.
I wanted to see you break;
When you didn’t,
I got bored.
I wanted you two to fight
And break up,
And remain tormented acquaintances,
When it happened,
The fun was now a chore.
I wanted you to admit you were nothing
To say out loud that you wanted
My help, my stories, my game, my texts
To see that I loved what you made for me
When I shoved it in the bin the day you wrapped it
In gilded papers.
Silence would have been the only perfect answer,
Instead I gave you a wholehearted ‘thank you’;
which was what you wanted to hear.
I played no game in our love and friendship,
So it was nothing than a day-by-day interaction
Now read this and hate me and stop worrying
And don’t text me again
I never wanted your reaction.
– from ‘Every Empty Girl’
A collection of short stories and poems