Can you feel it?
The nothingness of an unanswered phone call, that rang and rang until the rings weren’t ringing out loud but only in your head where my voice filled you with dread because no words were left unsaid. A relationship so mangled, better left as dead. The breakage of a bond so fictional, the manifestation of impending doom. Because there isn’t room in the cemetery that holds this friendship’s tomb. A ticking time bomb that went boom, a hovering poltergeist programmed to loom. Lurking and hiding with intentions to groom. Me into a villain and you into a saint, this ugly picture of me that you paint. And still, I’ve never had a complaint. Well I’ll tell you what, our time is up. The hourglass drained, the empty cup. I watched the walls of us blowup, with explosives thrown by your hands, and yet I still gave a damn. But not anymore, my care has run out. I never thought our flame would burn out, it brought me so much darkness and doubt. I fell for the feelings that you said were true. You were colored red with anger, and I was colored blue. A sea of sadness as I grieved my best friend. The ringing in your head will finally end. And I hope someday that you will mend, the hate in your heart and desire to upend any scenario that doesn’t fit, I wish you well. And that’s it.
