I knew there was something off
when I first met you,
I fucking didn't.
I believed you were my perfect friend,
I scraped the inside of my eyes
with false memories
all to appease YOU.
I never wanted to see you angry,
but I didn't know the scent of your sorrow.
I never knew I could feel so guilty
while observing such dry eyes.
I finally woke up
when I realized you wanted my spine.