
The people that said they loved me,
don’t show love to me,
when you’re not in front of them,
they forget who you were,
but if you’re there,
they’ll talk about you so bad,
to turn around and say “I love you so much”,
say we’re best friends,
yet you never contacted me once,
we will say the phone works both ways,
to avoid accountability,
to deny that I wasn’t on your mind,
and without proximity, our relationship doesn’t have meaning,
the people I barely saw called,
texted and checked in more than those that saw me the most,
all of the people who said they’d hold me up,
they let me down,
my arms had been down for months,
where were the friends to lift them,
I can only think of a few who had done so,
but now that my arms are up on their own,
please do not try to come around, there’s no need,
I'm standing fine on my own,
I have the world in front of me.
