If I were standing here in the cold, naked and shivering,
would you offer me your coat or put it on yourself for a fourth layer?
If I got dragged off by a vicious animal, how long would it take for you
to notice? When you did, would you even care?
I can make suggestions, but never plans, because no matter what I want
or what I say, you'll always have the final word
No adventures will ever be *our* adventures, I'm just along as an observer
on your expeditions, not meant to be seen or heard
You'll be so kind as to even take a professional photo together, but
of course you don't want a copy just to remember someone like me
Plus a hard print would be taking a risk because you might accidentally
leave it out somewhere that, God forbid, someone could see
They might catch a glimpse and discover your big fat secret that you seem
so bothered and embarrassed by
It must be hard on your neck up there looking down on me because you
yourself are such a superior and perfect guy
Honestly it stung a little to hear you say you have a friend in town,
and you said it as if I'm just a friend like any other
I'm not worthy of a label, but whatever the fuck I am, I'm about to be gone,
and good luck finding another
How many of your friends dote on you? Try to lift you up?
Try to be there to support you through anything?
How many of your friends have flown across the country multiple times
to see you? How many treat you like a king?
How many of your friends would give you another chance after you
stomped on their heart and caused so many tears?
How many of your friends have confessed their love for you?
How many have you been fucking for 3 years?
No, I've seen you interact with friends, and even coworkers
and acquaintances, so that couldn't possibly be
You consistently show more concern, regard, reciprocity, and respect
for all of them than you ever do for me
I can't keep doing this, knowing it won't last
and wondering if you'll appreciate and miss me when I'm gone
Sometimes I like to think that down the road you'll look back,
realize and regret how you treated me, but I'm probably wrong
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