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To that Fake Fricking Friend


To that Fake Fricking Friend I really, truly, hate you But I love the heck out of you You are my beautiful baby but girl you are a benevolent bi- Biscuit tray delivered from Grandma You left me when I needed you most You ignored my messages You ignored my presence Not for the first time I did nothing but support you But lift you up But be pillars to your greatness I sacrificed my own well being for the improvement of your own and not once did you bat an eye my way Now I don't expect thank you's for doing good deeds but I do Expect a little sympathy I do not Expect to be painted as the One that is in the wrong or never doing enough I did what I could to love you To cherish you You were my best friend And when I missed you I typed that paragraph up quicker than you can say Jack Robinson and I did not hesitate to hit send But I was a fool to not think that all good things must come to an end
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