You ask to come home,

you're preaching amends;

Sunday repentance for Saturday sins.

You're awfully cute,

oh boy, you're so charming,

The way you run off;

boy, it's awfully alarming.

You promised me magic,

you promised the stars,

You took off, you took shots

with sluts at the bars.

Your abandonment hit me like a ton of bricks;

The deeper the love, the more pain it inflicts.

It's more than hurt feelings,

I am fucking pissed.

You hijacked my life

the first time that we kissed.

You were easy to love, so sexy and sweet;

Your flowery promises reek of deceit.

Just tell the truth! Do you ever quit lying?

I bet you got nervous when I got done crying.

You're throwing a tantrum,

you sound like a child.

You ran off to Texas, you ran fucking wild.

Did you wear out your welcome by acting a fool?

You quit using drugs, now you're a dumb, drunken tool.

You've always been faithful to your own selfish need;

Self absorbed prick, you think only you bleed.

You smile like an angel while lies freely flow.

My faith in you crumbled when you chose to go.

I tried all I knew to drive you from my head.

I'm sick of your ghost, he won't leave my bed.

Can I ever forgive when I feel so betrayed?

Can you ever grow up and stop running afraid?

I know what you're doing, I know you very well.

I know not to count the countless lies you tell.

You say I grew prettier, you say I grew stronger,

You say we won't be apart for much longer.

Blinded by love, I grew far too dependent;

Vision clears when love fades,

only hate is transcendent.



What happened to us?

To the consensual animosity

and very real possibility

that we were each

the worst people on the planet?

What happened to make me

care so little about

that high-pitched way you talk

or how your foot turns in

ever so slightly when you walk?

Tell me: what happened?

You seemed to have stopped caring

about my annoying habit

of twisting my hair around my finger

or how my breath always

smells slightly of coffee.

But that's fine, isn't it?

Because there are apparently

worse habits on this planet.

You seemed to have

packed up your bags,

moved on from mutual hate,

and, you know what?

I have too.

But I will always be bitter

that you beat me to it.

What did we do wrong?

How did this happen?

What could we have done?

She's dead now.

Killed herself.

We're all broken.

What did we do?

We barely talk,

Period.

We avoid each other like the plague.

It hurts too much to see the friends we had.

We can't even talk to each other without breaking.

She was our cornerstone,

But we never realized it.

We teased her, bullied her, ignored her.

What happened to us?