She wanted
what I cannot offer.
She wanted days
embraced
by the security
that I offer,
Erasing her
insecurities
with my presence,
thinking that
it was mutual //
I don't know anymore.
I hate her. I tried to write in prose but I cannot encapsulate my disgust.
I hate how conceited she is. How she needs affirmation from me that she's pretty. How she bombards me everyday with selfies asking me to drop compliments. Asking me constantly about how I think about her body.
No.
I don't really care. I did but now I'm sick of it. I tried but now I'm tired. I'm tired of constantly hanging out with high maintenance people. Having to walk around with a noose for a leash around my neck.
I hate how she's touchy, how she begs for eye contact all the time. How she tries to involve herself in everything that I am.
"Love me" she begs.
But I have lost that love for a friend.
When I realized that she was there
Only to love herself.