why does this happen always

i cant see you through the fog that you oh so carefully hid in the midst of, yet you call me a coward, you're sick.

you told me about the universe like you had it drawn on the back of your hands

you explained to me situations which you didn't even take part in

you taught me that even in the most elegant, bright lights there was darkness

i don't know whether to thank you, or hate you

although im incapable of hate

so i take my gentle hands and feeble fingers and knit together a new friendship

i say sorry for things i havent done

you whisper eternity into my ears

im happy for what seems like seconds

you leave again

but blame it on i

im sorry again. 

Author's Note

i just want a fucking friend. im all out of wishing flowers. they never worked anyways