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Out of Sight, Out of Mind
I saw you.... Old friend, hated enemy, traitor and friendship breaker.
You didn't see me.
It was at the mall--
In one of my favorite stores, even though it's too expensive to go to.
I saw you with your boyfriend.
And I know that if I had stayed in that store--
He would've said "hi" and you would've ignored me.
Just like at prom.
I ran out of the store, as if you were my worse nightmare come to life.
I ran out of the store, I ran away from my own love.
I yelled at him, telling him that he doesn't know the pain.
The pain of losing another best friend.
Of having to watch her go on as if I had never been apart of her life.
That's what you did to me.
And you will never feel that guilt.
It was easier for you to blame me for everything and call me a bad person.
It was easier for you to just dump me once and for all.
Not remember the times I was there for you.
When you were jealous.
When you were angry.
When you were cutting yourself, starving yourself.
When your boyfriend wasn't there for you.
I was there for you.
You were wrong.
I was an amazing friend to you.
I understood you.
Skipped class with you even on days I didn't want to skip.
I skipped that first time for you.
You were the one that made me open that can of worms to my ex.
I thought you were my best friend and that after all the "trust issues" you claimed to have you would've cared more about me.
At least with my ex-girlfriend, I knew when I did wrong. So I saw every punch she threw coming.
With you, I was blind-sided.
One minute we're friends.
Then you went to Boston for a week.
And we weren't friends anymore.
And you never told me what I did wrong?
Apparently I don't deserve to know why you started avoiding me and then said all those cruel things to me.
I was a good friend to you.
And sometimes your stubborn attitude didn't deserve it at all.
I hope one day your tumbling, spiraling downward and you need me and you text me. And I won't be there for you.
I'll tell you I grew up.
That you live in the past.
That whatever your problem is get your boyfriend to help you with it.
I'll say every lame excuse you said to me.
Because you don't deserve a friend like me.
I hope he leaves you.
I hope you get fat.
I hope your mom finds out about your dad cheating and they break up.
And I hope that the only friends you ever have are the fake ones that will ditch you the moment you have a problem.
Because as long as I don't have to see you ever again.
You're not my problem anymore.
As long as you're out of sight, you're also out of mind.
You didn't see me.
It was at the mall--
In one of my favorite stores, even though it's too expensive to go to.
I saw you with your boyfriend.
And I know that if I had stayed in that store--
He would've said "hi" and you would've ignored me.
Just like at prom.
I ran out of the store, as if you were my worse nightmare come to life.
I ran out of the store, I ran away from my own love.
I yelled at him, telling him that he doesn't know the pain.
The pain of losing another best friend.
Of having to watch her go on as if I had never been apart of her life.
That's what you did to me.
And you will never feel that guilt.
It was easier for you to blame me for everything and call me a bad person.
It was easier for you to just dump me once and for all.
Not remember the times I was there for you.
When you were jealous.
When you were angry.
When you were cutting yourself, starving yourself.
When your boyfriend wasn't there for you.
I was there for you.
You were wrong.
I was an amazing friend to you.
I understood you.
Skipped class with you even on days I didn't want to skip.
I skipped that first time for you.
You were the one that made me open that can of worms to my ex.
I thought you were my best friend and that after all the "trust issues" you claimed to have you would've cared more about me.
At least with my ex-girlfriend, I knew when I did wrong. So I saw every punch she threw coming.
With you, I was blind-sided.
One minute we're friends.
Then you went to Boston for a week.
And we weren't friends anymore.
And you never told me what I did wrong?
Apparently I don't deserve to know why you started avoiding me and then said all those cruel things to me.
I was a good friend to you.
And sometimes your stubborn attitude didn't deserve it at all.
I hope one day your tumbling, spiraling downward and you need me and you text me. And I won't be there for you.
I'll tell you I grew up.
That you live in the past.
That whatever your problem is get your boyfriend to help you with it.
I'll say every lame excuse you said to me.
Because you don't deserve a friend like me.
I hope he leaves you.
I hope you get fat.
I hope your mom finds out about your dad cheating and they break up.
And I hope that the only friends you ever have are the fake ones that will ditch you the moment you have a problem.
Because as long as I don't have to see you ever again.
You're not my problem anymore.
As long as you're out of sight, you're also out of mind.
Published 7th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
10th Jul 2012 5:34pm
Mmm! Alot of anger in this one. Be careful what you wish on others. Sometimes it ends up being your own destiny. :)
