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It was my fault.

The depression I feel

Is my fault.

As I watch you tread off

To pay her another visit

I remember you decline

The homemade breakfast of exquisite

As you willingly pass through the heavy brine

You think that I'm feeling fine

When in fact

You've created another twenty-four-hour-lasting impact

"I'm off to see Flame Princess," you say

I say, "go for Tier two"

As the breakfast meal started getting cold on the tray

Now that you met her

You don't punch the Ice King as superb

Or play video games

Or mention my name

Do I feel jealousy?

No I can't;

I have Lady.

Do I feel guilty?

No; what did I do to make you feel sad?

Possibly

It's regret

For making you feel glee

I don't mean to be evil

But I wish you were still mourning

Hugging that sticky pink gum with a grip very feeble

So you and me could be together a-spending

But, alas, I can't change the past

Because bending the rules of time

Can make death likely fast

Even if I say these words repeatedly

You would ignore me

And here, we go through everything again

Repeatedly writing these words with my pen

But do I have another choice?

I'm such a dolt

That it became my own fault.


This is my way of expressing myself to a best friend who lost the title, "best". It could be a misunderstanding, or a truth, but I feel like I've been replaced by someone else. It's hard to explain, but...oh well. I'm sorry this seems offensive, if you are reading it, but it's my perspective of things. Really.

Anyways, disregarding the note up there, a review would be warmly appreciated. Thanks for reading!