You really know how to cut a person deep, real deep like soul-baring wash me away use me up and recycle me only to be used again, and again, and again. I am sorry that I care so much about you, and that I poured so much of my life into you. And I am so sorry that I ever left your side. I thought you could fly, and I thought you'd be waiting for me when I returned. I hope you love the new friends you have, and I hope they love you. But they don't know you like I know you. You're messy, ugly, and flailing about not knowing where to look for guidance. This is who I know you to be. They know you as the prep school polo shirt wearing, tie-tying boy with a smile he only wears to suffice the pain inside never because he's really happy or joyful. I've seen you smile before, truly smile. And I've seen you cry; I've seen you completely lose it. Your soul was naked and bare. You were once broken. Tell me, who put the pieces back together? Because they're out of place, and the glue you used is starting to peel.
I'm the only one who sees this. I'm the only one who sees you. And I love you.
"When did I become
a stranger to you? Will I
ever see open arms
again? It's okay
to be angry. I just want
your friendship again."
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