(2/10/19)

Sometimes,
I  get sudden bursts of anger
Because I realize that 
You don't care. 

Or maybe you do.
Of course you do.
What kind of friend wouldn't.

Then how come you don't ask,
"What's wrong?"
How come when I ask for advice you say
"I don't know!"
I know that you're not good with advice!
I'm not either!
But you can't at least try!?

I don't remember the last time we talked about anything real.

Neither of us
Are good at advice
Both of us
Get awkward talking about "you know who"s
But after a while,
It starts to sink in.

A feeling I
Shouldn't have,
Because you're still here,
She's still here,
They're still there,
He's still here,
Everyone's still here,
But suddenly I feel like they don't care,
Because it seems you don't,
But you do it's just all
awkward to talk about
So you always change the subject
AND IT'S HARD TO CHANGE BACK!:

loneliness. 

I don't know why I wrote this poem.
I'm the one who didn't want the bubble 
to pop.

so why do i
have this sudden burst of anger?
when the one who
really doesn't care.
is me?