truth is, i miss you.
but it's so much easier to hate you than to be friends with you.
i could try.
but i don't know when it's going to hit me again.
i'd be irrational, and then you'd be pissed.
like what happened the past few times you tried.
i don't blame you.
i don't blame myself.
i just wish it was easier for us to be friends the same way again.
this birthday, you're getting a lengthy letter.
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ReplyDeletehe does too.
i blame him.
what a selfish fool, he was:
had the brightest star,
but another, he desired.
coarsely discarded the former,
obtained the latter.
now left with deep remorse,
perched on his shoulders;
crippled he will be,
until the ground beckons.