Another Friend?

I’m tired of feeling inferior to you.

Like your problems are more important.

Because it’s okay if I have panic attack

But not you.

And that’s my fault.

For letting my insecurities get the better of me.

And not speaking up,

To keep you, from stepping on me.

But here we are.

I’m carrying the cart with all the luggage

And you’re sitting on top.

Because I put in all this effort so that we stay friends,

And what do you do?

You hate phones,

So we cant text.

And if I call, you pick up ten percent of the time.

If I’m lucky.

Friendships are supposed to be a two street

But all this feels like is a dictatorship.

If I say the wrong thing

Then kicked off the island.

And the only way to ever contact you is to randomly show up at your house.

But we live 30 min away from each other.

So why do I have to waste My gas and My time

To pick You up?

Or to see you?

To talk to you?

Because when I need my best friend now

She’s somewhere else.

And when you need me I’m there.

And that’s not to say that you’ve never been there.

That’s to say that you haven’t been.

Because every single time you pull back

I get a little quitter.

But I’m here to say I’m done.

Texting one word isn’t gonna do.

I’m done putting in all the effort.

So its time you start or we as friends will just turn into dust.