Thoughts From an Old Bedroom

After all this time, I start to wonder

Are we even really friends?

Years of baring my soul to you but,

You never give it back. When you do

It's like an afterthought

Like I'm neutral to you.



Last time I had someone like this, it went badly

Now I see the patterns again

But this time I won't blame myself

When the one person I could never hate,

Begins to annoy me



Maybe I needed the space

Maybe we both did

It isn't high school anymore

We all came back desperately pretending it is

But it will never be like that again



All of us making up for last time, 4 months

Yelling over each other, trying to be the loudest person in the room

Other groups aren't like this

Other groups can be normal

What did I create? Why can't we?



Relationships, breakups, tiny grievances in my head surfacing more and more every time I see them

And that's when the thoughts hit me.

I like my new friends more



Maybe we were too much like family.

Maybe we shouldn't have been, family is messy.

My family is messy.

And yet, even we don't talk the way the others have been talking recently.



I come "home" and I am harassed for things I haven't thought of in weeks

The new friends aren't close but there's potential there

I don't love them but I'm starting to like them

And they don't feel like family...

They're certainly not as dysfunctional



How isolating it is to not feel the same happiness anymore

Maybe this vacation just got too long

Maybe I just need to go home

And leave all this as an afterthought


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