Unrequited
you’re worse than an ex for me.
and somehow the end of our friendship is like
a breakup that never quite happened.
and i can’t figure out why.
and i can’t figure out why
you don’t care.
we went for coffee that day.
and you knew what was coming
because you know me.
and you sat and listened.
but you didn’t care.
and you laughed
about your own apathy.
but you didn’t care
about that either.
and i still miss you.
but i’m afraid to tell you.
because i’m afraid you’ll think
it’s sad
that i’m sad.