I always knew we'd get through this together
[high school drama,
stupid boys].
But now that everything is falling fast,
where are you?
[Where the fuck are you?]
And just because we're speaking again
doesn't mean I've forgotten.
It doesn't mean I've forgiven.
Because I don't think you've earned that from me.
And just because I'm friends with your lover
doesn't mean I have to pretend
that I've gotten used to all of this.
I haven't, just so you know.
I never could understand
just from where you justify your actions.
I've never found any sort of adequate
reasoning for how you act.
Nothing you say or do has a correlation.
I think that may be a problem.
Because I don't like having to decipher between
who you are and who you were last week.
Author notes
I'm just gonna call it how I see it now.
Hum hallelujah.
Comments
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Seen through the eyes of anger even the Taj Mahal is but a dreary shack. As usual a great poem I can really relate to this anger. Thanks for sharing.

