a bubble of emotion for someone.. people.. caring..
builds up inside me
that I don’t know how to cope,
express or release
when 7 years of knowing
and best friending
and sharing soul secrets
and nightly phone calls
and unspoken connection
-sometimes spoken- …perhaps often spoken
and the if-single-marry-at-30 pact
and being a confidant, therapist, and comedy routine audience
and exchanging advice
and growing up
because she “sees me as a threat,”
it hurts my heart.
I do my best not to harbor hate,
but I can’t be held responsible
if she suddenly gets picked off.
I wish you could see
that she strips of you of logic
and makes you an abused idiot.
you, even my 4 years past first Facebook friend,
now deleted… twice… by her jealous fingers.
my constant since college freshman year,
now a rarity.
oh so much beef,
… so little ink.
the bottom line:
missing one much loved
who seems to have forgotten
that he hates that his leash doesn’t stretch this long
I love too hard.