Response to a response to "Myself Crucified"

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.