I began to understand why God died

You weren't life's apology to me.

Life needs to apologize to me because of you.

My skin that wrapped my frame wasn't made to play this game

Alright look

I don't want to be your friend, ever again.
And I know you don't want to be mine.

But I don't want to be your enemy.

I appreciate everything you did for me.
I just ask that you remember what I did for you, too. Even if you didn't appreciate it.

I was there for you.
You were there for me.
I'm not awful.
You're not awful.

We could scream at each other for hours, calling each other classless, egregious, selfish, coy.

But my first thought, when I hear your name?

a 4am Rocky marathon because I was sad and needed a place to stay.
A drunken walk around the block talking about our abusive exes.
Laughing at people we found on Tinder.
Leroy The Trash King.
Hell, you and I are so fucking similar, it seemed you were the only person who properly understood what the fuck I felt sometimes.

I will never, EVER forget what you've done for me.

I'm not proud of the shit I said
And I don't expect an apology from you, and that's fine, you shouldn't expect one from me either.
I don't care about all that.

Maybe you and I ruined any chance at being friends again that night. And yeah, I started it. And we both escalated it.
Fine.

But I'm not gonna carry anymore hate. Anymore anger. I'm done with it.
I see you on the street? I'll say hi.

But I'm not gonna ask how you're doing.
I'm just gonna assume,

Okay.