lingering between unspoken words.
These days, I spend most of my time
accepting my faults, and wandering.
Tossing, and turning, wondering
how much things have changed, how
easy it was for someone I’ve spent
so much investment and trust in,
to turn their back against me during
times when I needed it most.
I’ve traced in every corner, pieces of myself
I’ve let crawl out from under my skin
begging for answers from someone
who chooses silence instead of
an explanation, or an apology.
No words, no acknowledgement.
As if I no longer held importance,
as if the time we’ve spent building
what I thought was something
crumble down to dust,
how I needn’t deserve to be told
the reason why I was no longer enough.
|—||Keen Malasarte, And it still kills me to know you were once I considered a true friend. (via acupofkeen)|