To the friend who ghosted me

I miss talking to you

Sometimes I feel like you’re ghosting me...

And I wonder whatever the fuck did I do so bad 

to deserve being dropped like a rotten egg.

It hurts.

But yea, well.... another knock, I guess. 

So what; I can handle this too.

I’m a bit angry too..

Because I think I deserve some sort of explanation for 

total silence

....not left to figure it out for myself.

And heck, I did nothing as far as I know, to deserve it.

But god knows, other things happened to me, 

and I’d done fuck-all to deserve them.

So, I guess.... I’ll just have to deal with this as best I can.

I don’t regret having been in your life, 

or even telling you stuff.

I don’t regret that I came to enjoy 

our time together so much...

even though it hurts like fuck 

now that you have no time for me.

I just regret my stupid judgement.. 

thinking hey, here’s someone who cares 

disinterestedly, and unconditionally.

I still care, and yes, I’m fucking stupid, 

but if you ever call me saying 

hey sorry, it’s been ages since we last talked, 

but hey I need a shoulder...

...I’ll be there.

Because I truly think that caring about someone 

has to have no strings attached... 

otherwise you’re just using that person.

So.... I guess, you won’t be hearing 

much from me in the future

I’m sorry it got to this.

I’m still not sure why, actually.

Was it something I did, or said, 

or did not say, or did not do?

I said I’m angry. 

Well, I’m sad more than angry.

Sad because I care

And I thought you do too