I had been the only one without the taste of it,
and I could sit and moan into coffee cups
without ever knowing
what the two of you had known.
Always the chubby one in the corner of it,
scribbling pretended empathy
and sub-par even at that.
No, you are not me.
And so now I've been accepted
into the myths of it.
And I do not wait for disciples, but for an end
and fear its coming. Hopeful that it waits
until I can understand this thing
that I have fallen into.
And I am shit-poor at friendship,
but I never saw it as conditional.