I don’t want to be your friend anymore.
Staying here in this constant state of availability
to ease your fragile ego is becoming too much for me.
Unfortunately I don’t think you realize that is what you do.
I don’t want to be the one who asks you how you’re doing,
who worries that you’re getting along okay, and spends
so much energy making beautiful things only to end up feeling
like an idiot for it all.
I want to be petty, and selfish and mean to you.
But I can’t. I won’t.
And while I really know that I am the kind of friend who
will remain loyal and true to you, I just have to have
the courage to walk away at this moment.
I still am your best friend if you want me so. But I am
You can check on me, and as how I’m doing for once.
Then I’ll know, if you do or if you don’t, what your
real feelings are.
Am I to be a loyal friend, or an idiot deceived?