We used to be best friends.
I used to say that I would die for you.
Every time we hung out, I felt so happy.
I know I made you happy too.
When we suffered great losses,
We were there for each other.
When it got tough,
We had impromptu hang outs.
We shared so many good memories.
But our first big fight
Was also our last.
You gave up on me
You didn’t want to work it out with me.
You didn’t want to clear the misunderstanding.
You made incorrect and hurtful assumptions
You assumed I was a terrible person
And you gave up on us.
All the past three years of memories
And you gave up on them
You gave up on me
At first, I felt like I needed to fight
But then I realized
If it was this easy to drop me
If it was this easy to assume the worst of me
If it was this easy to tell other people that I’m a bad person
Then what am I fighting for?
I can’t change how you feel about me
What hurts is that you thought these things of me so easily
So guess what?
I’m not fighting for you
I’m not fighting for us
This friendship just isn’t worth fighting for.
That friendship was never worth fighting for.





















