hilarity

you don't worry about

how we feel or

the illnesses we suffer

because of you;

you're not concerned about

how restless we are

or how everyone's involved

solely to save you

from something you don't believe

but we know will happen;

you don't take our words,

our heart, and our feelings

into consideration,

no, of course you don't,

you merely care about

his reputation

and how i might have

ruined it with words

in an angry poem.

you don't care about

the poem where i wept

and bled my heart out,

regarding you-

but just the poem,

written in a moment

of emotional insanity,

of clichéd heartbreak

can stir your feelings

and upset you far more

than anything else.

so this is where

our friendship lays?

five long years

and you just don't care.

oh, how i find it hilarious

in such a bitter way.