throwaway friend
god am i
so tired of being
the throwaway friend
the one invited as
the afterthought
the one where
"oh you can't make it?
guess we'll see you next time,"
is all i ever receive
the one where
"we were going to text you
but things happened
and we forgot,"
becomes my hello
and goodbye
where "sorry, i can't make it,"
and "i've got to go, my parents are calling,"
leave me crying, alone in
an empty parking lot
and i wonder
why is this my life
what will it take
for my time
to actually be worth
someone else's?
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