Appreciation, or lack thereof.
You could NEVER appreciate my value.
Finding every excuse not to open your eyes.
“You did it to me too.”
“You said it too.”
“You didn’t care about me too.”
“Would you want to go out of your way to see the person who hurt you too?”
I DID!!!!
I saw you.
In my heart.
In person,
because I never knew when I had the chance to see you again.
Unlike you,
because you couldn’t give a damn about seeing me.
But we’re friends.
Keeping me far enough away,
so you don’t have to see the pain in person.
Maybe if you did, you would actually know me....again.
But we’re friends.
“They are not treating you that way,
I think you’re reading into it.
They think the world of you.”
But their tone says who are you to ask anymore.
But we’re friends.
Defending other people’s actions,
and your own,
but so coolly pointing out mine.
The bad one’s too.
Always pushing the blame.
“Leave it in the past! You cry.
Why must you always bring up the bad things from the past?”
BUT YOU DO IT TOO DAMN IT!!!!!
Every chance you find it appropiate.
But we’re friends.
“I’m sorry you’ve been hurting over the past few months.”
“You’ve had it hard.”
Bullshit you’re sorry!!!
YOU CAUSED IT!
But we’re friends.
Are we?
Really?
Michelle Poet
January 15, 2001