We aren’t friends anymore
Frankly I don’t know if we ever were.
You fed me words as sweet as
Spoonfuls of sugar,
Until one day you asked
If you could be blunt with me.
As soon as I said yes
The sticky sweet words disappeared
Because I think we both knew that
Pretty words are only pretty
If they’re true.
One night I yelled so loud
At you through text messages
That my throat felt raw,
And after that we only spoke
In dry modulations of
“How are yous?” and “I’m fines.”
And it was then that I realized
That our midnight conversations
Consisted of nothing more than
Formal questions regarding the
Degrading status of
Our mental health.
We never really got to know
Each other, all the personal details
Friends spill to one another.
Sometimes I still read
Your old messages
Whose sole purpose was
To make me laugh.
And we haven’t talked in months
But I still wonder how you’re doing
Or if you still live with your brother
Because your parents
Needed to work things out.
And I know I shouldn’t care,
Because it doesn’t matter.
We may not be friends,
But I can still thank you
For teaching me that
Words that taste like granules
Of sugar can leave your throat raw
After they’ve been swallowed.

EEH - I will never let someone spoon feed me pretty words again (I wrote this for you)

Two types of people who can’t look at you in the eyes:
Someone trying to hide a lie,
And someone trying to hide a love.

(via silencedbywords)

And then suddenly I become sad for no reason, and it takes me days to get over that feeling.

(via remyremus)