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?