The thing about me
& my memory
Is that it’s difficult
To really maintain friendships
I’m doing work people can’t see
So I never blame them when
They walk away from me
Yet, I forget almost everything
Even what my friends really were
I don’t have friends, but I have
Memories of memories of friends
Very vague
Though clear enough to know
They must have meant a lot to me
So, though I don’t really consider them
As friends – not anymore – though
They get a skeleton key
From my past life
If they ever choose to reignite
The familiar fire that inspired
A mindless madman who has given up
On the concept of friends
Yet accepts the reality
That maybe the last me
Wasn’t an absolute fool
At least when trusting
Those who gave up on me
I don’t have any friends
♡Sugar☆World☮ 