It was here, last December,
I thought you’d come around
Now we are back to treading
That same silent deserted ground
What the ****?!
Are you this warm cold cycle
For everyone you call a friend?
Or save it just for me, a girl
who thought you’d care until the end?
You said deletes were “needy”,
of analysis you’re weary;
Please! return for explanation,
or your behavior is just ******.
If I could put my heart back in my chest
maybe I’d not care about this mess
but it’s locked in your hands
crushed there as away you dash.
Am I not worthy the respect
of last words before you fly?
Was your wish for friendship
a soon regretted lie?