wintry elk
When we first met i thought we could be friends
You seemed so nice i thought our friendship would never end
We liked the same things and could talk for hours
But now i feel like our conversations are always sour
We wanted to write a book together
though now that dream seems to have been devoured
By the things we have said and continue to say
To you i just have one last thing to explain
When i first met you i thought we could be friends
But now i see that all good things must come to an end
If that's what you can even call what we had
Who knew something like this could hurt me so bad
Because now every time we laugh and play
It all just feels like a facade
Like the greedy nobles that participate in balls and masquerades
In fact sometimes it feels like I've gone back in time
To the argument that hurt me so bad i had to cry
I cried for hours that day because i felt so horrible
But you just sat there like how i felt was all so laughable
I guess our friendship was never fate
For if it was it wouldn't be filled with so much hate
I hope one day you finally realise
That you can't always be the victim in everyone's eyes
That your words hurt more than it should
And that you can't act surprised and state your joke was misunderstood
I hope one day you get the therapy you need
To fix the very things that you state have scared you for as long as you've lived
But i can't be the one who shows you this
For i am not your therapist
So i will say this one more time
Because this is the end of the line
When we first met we could have been friends
But this is clearly our dead end
final crypt