Without What is so wrong with friendship? When done right, it's pure unequivocally sincere and unending. That's what I felt for you. That's what you denied yourself. The unending string that stretches as far away and back as either of us may go. I have your shoulders and ears and you have mine. Whoever made the rule that It couldnt stay this way and be pure and enough. Im bitter now and i miss my friend, to the point I'm tempted to say what you want just to get you back. I am angry. You over priced your worth thinking i'd done just that. Am i at fault for not wanting to offer a line that would later be a noose around your neck? Am I at fault for realising and deflecting any possible blossoming into the unknown, ungauranteed unwanted? Unwanted? When did that thought spill out: never mind that. The point here is you defrauded me. You left me. You used me, or wanted to and when my use was not proving... well useful, you discarded me. Without hesitation, without a second glance. You don't deserve me, but you need me and I'm so scared for you alone, by yourself. Alone to face the yawning void, alone to hear the bleakness of the night without the sooting comfort you said I provide. I dont want you to cave in to the lustful darkness of your soul. To fall into the burning desert of despair. You need me, i am here but you set off on your own, allowing your pride, or ego or greed to scramble your thoughts. We can't have everything but you chose nothing at all. You left, now I MISS YOU and we are both WITHOUT.