Hotel paper

This poem I created when me and a friend of mine were in a fight. He thought he was all that and a bag of chips I was trying to tell him that but he wouldn't listen. I stopped being his friend but now I miss him though...But this poem is dedicated to him.

I write mostly on hotel paper.

Knowing that my thoughts wouldnt get far.

I am stuck in my own situations.

 He knows exactly what I mean.

I know who he is day by day and today he is nothing to me.

He turned out to be more than I brargained for.

And he knows that he's been playing the jerk role forever now.

But will he ever change his ways?

I dont even know what to do now.

He cares about no one but himself.

Please see that I am trying to stay the same.

And please see that he's caught up in himself.

And so I write to you today,

This poem that is on hotel paper.

Knowing that my thoughts wouldnt get far.

The window is open and so is my mind.

Author's Note

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