Missed
I seem to have missed something.
I must have for last we spoke you still called me friend.
But now…
You can't seem to get far enough away from me.
And no speed seems to be fast enough.
Is this really the same person that
I had to watch leave such a short time ago?
What could have changed you so?
Or is this really how you felt all along?
Such a strange thing to consider…
that you felt a need to hide yourself from me.
ME!
The dark, twisted soul…
uncertain of the true joys of an innocent life.
Honestly it is something I have long to experience.
But it seems that it's not meant for someone like myself.
As harsh as it sounds…
it seems only fitting.
But I honestly thought you could see past that part of me…
Apparently I was wrong.
Perhaps this is for the best.
Us living our lives separate…
Not only from each other but from the world as well.
but in all honesty I know I won't be missed by anyone…
Will YOU?