Indirects

You're not a friend

you're an excuse.

With your phoneless festivals

and your worked late parties

It's not me, it's you.

I don't despise you,

you should know.

I don't dislike you,

just chastise you

for never pulling through.

Your boyfriend conversation

is a 12-year shopping delay

and a hungover non-invitation

that made me run away

as your face faded to black

and mine screamed blue.

So maybe another time?

No. I've got things to do.

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originally 19th March 2016