To A Lost Friend

I get jealous.

I know I shouldn’t, but I do.

Everyday jealous,

Of things concerning you.

Jealous of your friends,

Jealous of your lover.

Jealous of the way,

We used to treat one another.

There was a time,

You were my first call.

Now we haven’t spoken,

And you don’t see me fall.

You don’t seem to realize,

I don’t know who you are.

You think we’re still close,

But we’ve never been this far.

How do I tell you,

That seeing you makes me angry.

I hate you for your ignorance,

You’ve ceased to know me.

When others talk about you,

I feel a burning in my core.

You abandoned me long ago,

Forgetting the times and trust before.

I hate you because of this.

Why do you, unimportant person,

Evoke such emotion,

And not realize what you have done?

But that’s a lie,

You’re the most important now.

You represent my lost dreams,

The breaking of every vow.

Someday I might forgive,

But now I only resent.

That you illicit this in me,

Leaving me to sorrow and torment.