“So it was me. It has always been me?” You asked.
I rolled my eyes and blurted out, “Yes. It WAS.”
Way before you liked them, way before all your stories
Of admiration thrown at unsuspecting friends,
Way before I realized that it was never ME.
Weighing what I feel, if I still feel
and when I started feeling you wrote, “Why?”
“I was stupid.” In the same way that you were.
For not loving me. For not holding me.
Or maybe you were just being honest.
Too honest for my own sake.
“Did you ever love me?” I shouted.
With pity you answered, “Never.”
I nodded and smiled. “Kinda figured that out.”
Now fuck off. For real. For--ever.
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