no closeness (not even friends)

We can’t be friends

And we really can’t pretend to be

I was too hurt and psychotic

To be able to be present

anything.

You flipped me off

I cried for days

You didn’t seem to acknowledge

anything

You never have

You never do

It was always over for you

The moment I said happiness looks like being in Europe, and supposedly not with you.

So

Why did you get the cava

Why did you drive all the way

here

How can you be so

So

So

Certain

That you don’t want to be here.

With me

Am I a monster to you?

because you use to be for me

I miss being someone you admired

cared about

Thought was cool

Maybe that’s why I didn’t mind

Being Australian around you

Turns out I don’t like

the center of attention-ness of it all.

Of being cool

I like being normal

And just like you.

Not sure why no one ever believed me

I am an introvert but I felt comfortable

To be an introvert around you.

I hate it but I still have love for you.