When served the same cold dish,

I find it hard to be nice,

Open,

Trustworthy.

Why shame me

When you know you’ve hurt me before?

You extract my blood from the same emotional wound,

Ripping revenge

to leave me in sorrow.

I’ve evolved my sadness just for you.

This is hybrid numbness,

Anger,

Expectancy.

Is it such a bad idea to expect you to leave?

Don’t be mad at the truth when you constantly prove it.

My friendship means nothing,

Your respect belongs to no one but you.

Still miss me like crazy?

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