Outlet

Talking again, open, honest. Friends at best, smiling at texts that take me back. A reminder of a time I was happier; I was myself. Energy exerted, but you say its fine. Bid your goodbye, you'll leave me to it. I reach for energy to speak again, but come up blank. And then you... You come back, But petty finds you in sending and unsending, asking and deleting. You're unaware that I've seen and read the messages you've left me. You want to know what happened, Will me to respond. But you go and delete it before giving me a chance. Unaware I've been witness to what I can only know to call manipulation. Out of a place where that action held me with intention of never letting go. You act as if I have an obligation; as if I owe you. I owed you nothing. Your petty was in unfollowing and removing, still finding a moment to message again before you 'disappeared'. You sought an outlet outside of your group; you checked on me with intention of being checked on too. You came back for a friend who had grown to realize there's more to her than being used. You returned with a purpose. Asked me if I'm fine. I wonder if you came, thinking I would cave. You showed up, a memory of the past, always there when something was wrong. But you didn't come for me though that's what you say. You came for yourself, just looking for that friend who took on more than she could chew. You sought an outlet outside of your friends, calling me a friend to mask what this was. But I wasn't giving, I was stepping back. I had my own baggage I needed to go through. Somehow, I think that disappointed you. Realizing anything you tried, wouldn't be met as I focused on myself before anyone else. You didn't get the attention you hoped to receive. What a bruise to your pride that must have been.