Dear N,

Dear N.,


I'm sorry but I find it rather difficult
to read the thingsyou waited weeks to write and that
we both know
you never really meant
And i don't hate you,
at least most of the time.
But these days
you try to lecture me on my
cigarette saviors
and i have to remind you to
shutthefuckup
You keep saying I'm your best friend
but to me you area shallow good time,once in a while,
a narcissist and
most of the things I've come to hate