untitled too…

empty, hollow, dark, hard…
…words that describe my heart.

whispers of empty promises…
…echo through every part.

my eyes have seen and my ears have heard…

i’ve believed you and hung on your every word…

maybe i’m lonely…perhaps i can’t trust…

i’m better without you…love is unjust…

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2 thoughts on “untitled too…

  1. Im not sure why your so upset. But you were my bestfriend. Ill still be here at the Florence House til i die probably. I have issues yes. But ill get 9ver them. In time. I thought we were friends. I guess not. Julie

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    1. When I said that you were my best friend…I meant it. Being a best friend means that you are loyal to your best friend. I was always loyal to you. I always had your back. I stuck up for you and defended you. I dropped everything and sat in the hospital with you. I helped you to get to the bathroom. I kept all of your secrets. I gave you employment opportunities. I helped you move and haul stuff, get food, waited all day with you for a bus that never came and made you go see a doctor when you were sick. You didn’t have my back…not when I left the card table with Allan, not in choosing to teach him the game or playing with others that talked shit about me. You never came to see me in the 48 hours that I prepared to move. You never said goodbye. You never apologized. That’s not on me…that is the measure of your loyalty and friendship…not mine. I wish you nothing but the best.

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