Vain authorship

notes of feeling
felt in my late teens
rediscovered while cleaning and
dusting out parts of me



Sometimes I write in small spaces...

This may seem like a
totally moronic question but
have you ever lied to me?

You know you once told me
that you were becoming a
good liar.
Was I really so naive to
think that that would
never include me?

I feel like an idiot. You knew
you were never going to call
me or write me. Why did I
think you would? Because
I considered you my
friend.

*****, you told me that you
had not changed and
that you had been gay
your entire life. Then,
why should you change
and treat our friendship
differently.

Maybe you misinterpreted
what I meant by love
I loved you as a friend.

I only wanted us to be
friends, nothing more.
Why is it impossible now?

***

I was a liar then, too.

***

Life goes on with or without
the people you love
until at some point you
don't love them anymore.