One-Sided

-
You're
way
too
comfortable with the thought that
I
will
always
be here when you get back.

From wherever it is you
go,
from whomever it is you're
with.

You're
way
too
comfortable with the idea that
I
will
always
accommodate you in my life.

That's my fault I guess I'm way too
available,
or rather I was*, I was too
available.

But
I
mean?
Isn't that what friends 
are
meant
to do?

Or did I not get the
memo?
I'd also like to come and
go...

In
and
out
like our relationship
is
some
type of brothel.

Except a brothel would probably be more
fun,
only remembered when the times are
dark.

In
and
out
like the doormat said
welcome
forever
and how ever long after that.

When you're lonely all of a
sudden,
and you remember my name for the first time in
months.

An
afterthought
but
only in your darkest times.
An afterthought
only
after you've had your good times.

Why is everything always so
one-sided?
Am I your friend? Or am I slightly
misguided?

Let
me
know,
I know I tend to make assumptions
about
my
place
in peoples lives.

Not anymore
though.
In the cracks somehow I've
grown.

You're
way
too
comfortable with the thought that
I
will
always
be here when you get back.

I won't be though,
this is my note.

No hard feelings but I've got to go.

-Fez


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