We all change and move on.
I know that’s a fact.
So why bother to maintain
those friendships with cracks?
Is it to keep those pals
who give you big follows
on social sites?
To spy on their lives;
dazzle
with stories bright?
To delete would hurt
both them and you.
Or would it?
If you don’t like them
and they don’t care,
why be so polite?
There are ‘friends’ in my life
who don’t give a damn
what I feel, where I go,
how I roll, who I am.
Yet I keep a pretence
of wanting to meet.
And when I do,
it’s myself I cheat.
The paint is thinning
on my fake-friends tableau.
The question is why
I just don’t let go.