You and I are just heading in different directions.
What is that supposed to mean to me?
That I am going down while you are going up?
That I am getting worse while you are getting better?
Are you making some form of progress
you just haven't shown to me yet?
Are you improving your life in ways
you haven't been able to express?
And please, don't do things for me
when I never asked you to do them.
And please, don't answer my requests
with something other than what I requested.
No one, seeking specific reinforcement,
has ever been satisfied with an alternative
form of compliment or flattery or love.
Instead, you deny by omission.
And in that denial I wonder whether
something else lurks, couched in dismissal.
Things you've said in the past, admittedly
intoxicated, still sound in my mind.
Were they warnings? Were they promises?
Were they signs? Were they lies?
When did we become opposites?
When did we become alone?
And at the conclusion of our friendship
I feel more like I have lost a lover
and less like I ever had a friend
than I did when I first met you.
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