Just Friends.

I wanted it that friends is what we are

But now , walking past each other like strangers in the bar

You know what you did and you know who you are

This little thing in me will be a scar

Because it’s not so little, it’s not so small

You hurt me just as much as I hurt you

I trusted you enough as a friend, and that is all

But  “it could be more”  is what thought you

I knew better, I should have

Stopped from drinking more liquor

But you presumed it was okay

As I got drunk quicker and quicker

We aren’t a thing.

 We never will be. 

I was blackout. 

You remember. 

That’s all it will be. 

I feel terrible. 

Please leave me alone. 

You won’t understand 

“We,” my friend, are done.