Looped.

Of course I've moved on. You have too, right? I don't want to speak to you any more. I wish you would call sometime. What did I ever do that was so terrible? I've come to find you so despicable. I hate who you are, your friends and what you have. I miss when it was just me and you that rang out all those laughs. If I was more like them and less like me would we still be close? Was there ever really care for me if that's the way it goes? A reminder that I'm still alive. The joy of holding love in my palm. The cruelty to feel it's fingers slip away from mine. What a beautiful thing to experience such morose and joys. Or maybe that's just what I tell myself on those frozen lonely nights. But of course I've moved on, you have too, right?