I wrote in my journal how much I missed you.

I wrote in my diary how grateful I am for you.

I wrote you a letter asking what was wrong.

You said “oh nothing. Just some uni stuff.”

I asked the stars what had happened,

I asked the signals in the air if they were planning.

Is that why all my messages go unanswered?

Is that why I’m hit with a brick wall

when I asked what’s the matter?

All those gifts turned out to be loans.

I forget where I signed. Was there a contact

I did not know about?

Where were the terms and condition

to a mutual account?

I reached out but you froze up

and now my fire placement is left to burn out.

I made friends with your voicemails

and the picture that I took

when you snuck out we said it was finaly your turn

to live your life for you, you agreed.

Now, you send me messages of busy lines and that’s just maybe.

Now I’m left in the pouring rain we once danced in,

but this time you sent it to drown me.

People say don’t mix friendship

with business suits

but we said offices are no place for a present.

So, I sent all eyes to you.

Because you were the forgotten child.

You made a bathtub of fantasies because you were never understood

but now you drop porcelain on my grave

and tell me I misunderstood.

So, now I skip journal entries

and my diary is empty.

Why should I remember what we were?

I know I should wish I never knew you but I can’t

because friends don’t treat each other like that.

Because friends don’t lie to each other like that.

xx zf