fuck your reasons

Again. Again it's one of those days when crying seems to be in order. It's as if there is nothing else I can do, but cry.

I've been there for you. I've been your friend, and you have been mine... mostly. You have been my friend when I fit into your life. When I haven't fit, you have broken up with me... you have cast me aside as though I were just a sour piece of salmon. I've taken you back without any questions... with open arms and a happy heart.

Again. You're doing this again.

I don't fit in your life anymore, and now you're tossing me like I'm bad milk. You poured me down the drain and rinsed out the carton. You were sure to confirm there was nothing left inside apart from a sour smell. You are thorough.

Have you ulterior motives always? You've never been my friend because that's what you wanted. You've been in my life under false pretenses.

If this is how it hurts, it couldn't get much worse.

Again. You've broken our friendship. You've defeated me... I am crippled... soaking in a salty pool of my making. I am devoured by my broken will to be in your life.

I want badly to be angry instead of saddened.

Forget what you know about betrayal. THIS is betrayal.

I can't forgive you, again.