Dear You Know Who #3
Hey dude,
yeah,
you.
We used to be locker neighbors,
when we were younger.
Man,
I don't think I can,
get over what you did.
You used to be,
a friend to me,
but then that fateful day came.
You said you wouldn't be there...
But you were.
I asked how things were going.
You texted about her.
Its fine...
I'm fine...
We're cool...
I think?
But you lied,
and you know
I felt a part of me sink.
This poem is about:
Me