a fading friendship

I think friendship breakups are so weird— From belly laughs and soul-deep chats, moonlit strolls and silly spats, Yet another slip and the thread of camaraderie is severed, casting shadows upon the remnants of what once thrived. You think I do not care, when, evermore, I was the first to be there, not for laurels, nor reconciliation sought, but for the girl whom I most adored. The love of our ways lingers in the air, a timeless bond whispers through our songs. Tears gather like silent raindrops, reflecting the unspoken sorrows of my heartstrings, which begin to strum with the memories of our everlasting love. You say I have everything, You say I stole what was once yours, But here I am, hiding behind closed doors. I’m trying to escape the echoes of you, but whispers pull me back into the same pain. I can't breathe; I'm gasping for air, anticipating betrayal, like poison in the air. The knife never left my back—it remains, turning my world to darkness, drowning in pain. I’m blinded by everyone else's emotions, suppressing my pain to aid your wounds, emptying myself in the process. I gave you everything, only to be left in freefall. I didn’t think our friendship was ending, but the sharp pieces keep us from mending. You cannot see from my point of view, so as you sit there with the image that I do not care, I will sit here, glad I made it out. Overanalyzing every angle, the nights when confusion consumed me, wondering how I kept sparking the flames of fury that smoldered deep within your soul. I know it wasn’t my fault, I know you were still learning, but you crossed the lines we once drew, turning our bond into something untrue. Our friendship didn’t implode over a single drunken night; it unraveled because I ran out of the will to fight. The once-blazing flame of camaraderie has now dimmed, but even though we sailed off course, navigating this storm of life together— however briefly— remains, without question, my favorite chapter.