when you told me how much you never liked him anyway, i felt less guilty that every other friend knew before you. i could tell you never supported this & for some reason, i've no idea why this made sadder than i am already.

ive been blind with anger for only a day and i cannot find it in me to be angry anymore. i can't even find things to be angry with you about, because it's just you being you, there's nothing wrong with it since i knew you were like that all along. just when i thought it would be easier to move on from here. how many more sleepless nights must i go? being angry is soooooo much easier than being sad. if only you were a rotten person to the core. if only i could find things to hate about you but i can't. everything that led up to this point was effort and was real and was once so pure.

today i wish like a flip of a switch, i could stop seeing the good in people
like a flip of a switch when i turn on and off my lights at home, i can only wish (and really only wish) i wouldn't feel the tinge of loneliness because i can still remember way too vividly what your voice is like