Old Conversations

I miss our old conversations;
That sweet, long talk about our crushes
Who doesn't give a damn about us;
That noisy chat box filled with maybe our hopeless love lives,
Just disappeared like a bubble.

“No One Cares” I say.
Shared time to help you with your problems.
And indeed, you gave me a fancy gift;
A seen message which was indeed like a movie;
A horrible movie I wished I didn't see.

I nearly forgot
That a “seen message” is also an answer.
I loved the gift that it drove me crazy.
It made me swallow my problems and became numb.
Isn't it amazing?

Sadly, I was expecting for you to help me out
But maybe you've had enough of my endless drama.
You should've told me,
So that I wouldn't expect and wait
For a shining star that I'll never see in the sky.

Thanks anyway,
Now I know how it feels
To be eaten by your own nightmare and,
Survive by your own feet.
Remember this: “Once I'm done, you're out of my life.”

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Date Made: Unidentified
Inspiration: Best friend